1. 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.