Curtains.

Sat on the sidewalk
a plugged bottle and
a soft cork,
why talk?

ah
I know
let's play truth or dare
and
you walk away to goodness
knows where and
now it's raining.

I'm not complaining
I've had my sun
and
watched as the sky ran to blue,
run to black and make its way
back and now it's raining,

forty two million heartbeats a year
will I hear the reaper when it comes