Late Night in D Minor

The city softens through the glass

I count the hours as they pass

Your echo lingers in the room

A quiet ache, a muted bloom

The kettle hums, the shadows lean

Across the edges of the scene

I speak in fragments to the dark

And wear your absence like a mark

Late night, I let it all slow down

With only smoke and a falling sound

I hold the shape of what was true

In every empty thought of you

Late night, the hours blur and fade

Under the blue-grey light they made

I breathe your name and let it go

A little love

The saxophone begins to ache

Like something I can't quite shake

The road keeps going dim and thin

While I dissolve back into skin

Late night, I let it all slow down

With only smoke and a falling sound

I hold the shape of what was true

In every empty thought of you

Late night, the hours blur and fade

Under the blue-grey light they made

Or breathe your name and let it go

A little lost, a little low

So I sit with what remains

The gentle hurt, the tender strain

And if the morning finds me bare

At least I left

My longing grave