Fireflies caught in a jar die.
A child mourns the passing light.
Your father dies, your name on his lips
Each syllable a curse. Or so you imagine.
A clumsy salsa, all left feet with your lover
Never finding the right cadence,
A filterless cigarette burning and the café
Facing the river on a cold Parisian
Evening cannot bear the weight.
What words can be said to rain and night
And a car speeding through both?
Three lines stolen from you, old gypsy,
Magician at his own revival
Here are all the shadows that have fallen
A single window smashed and bare with sky.