They gathered beneath an opaque sky,
And braced against a frigid breeze,
That flurried and stired the fallen leaves,
The sun was pallid and about to die.

I caught the scent of broken ground,
And looked up into their hollow hearts,
Their faces wore a solemn mask,
That conveyed a love unfound.

Your vacant eyes held no tears,
And saw straight through my forsaken soul,
Your beating heart could not console,
The lost lamented years.

For a moment across your mind there flies,
The flash of a life that might of been,
Lost within the swirling leaves,
And a pallid sun,about to die.