Old

I tried to speak to you

Of minds

Even though we were in the same room

I lost the address

To your thoughts

All I got was a blank stare

And something resembling solitude, but not quite

If you're still there, living in your abode

Of flesh and blood

Please contact me when you get the chance

I'm still in the same place

Although the hinges seem to creak so much more

These days

The windows are permanently smoky

And the outside paint is pale and wrinkling

But I am still me

And I feel as if I will be

For some time yet, at least

So get back to me

And we'll talk about the past

Reminisce and remember

It seems about all I can manage

In these long lonely days

As evening turns to night

And the sun never rises