To the man who never turns off his window fairy lights.

His stars were magic,
Face of immortality -
Our light dies with us.

2. To the man who never closes his curtains

Hollow and broken
A wailing demand for love
Heard by few but some.

3. To the housewife in 104b

The bruises will heal
Foetal on the kitchen floor,
Grasping tight the hilt.