'There is a light that never goes out' - The Smiths We watched this town - Fall, like some great empire, Street lights going out, One by one, along cobbled streets, Going unfixed, unrepaired, Perhaps a metaphor, For the last vestiges - Of the ghost town we call home. The places we made memories Are cast into some undeniable - Perpetual shadow, Through the darkness, Two lovers laugh, Fumbling, frantically - A cop shouts, And they fall - quiet now, Yet in the silence, Love blooms and darkness - Succumbs - To the light of love. Kevin Brown © 01.09.2016