As twilight approaches
A realisation
That we will never speak again floats through
A  mere thought
And its ok I guess
As the clock strikes some ungodly hour
I scream silently
Them move on
Blanketed In the safety of loves dream
Little things which bound us have withered and died
Oh how I love the breeze
Even if I close it out
I know that it will still be there if I choose to just
Open another doorway