Kiss the falling, failing leaves goodbye,
As they desert you on their annual display...

Call by if you should chance remember,
Your invite that fell to the floor...

Through mists of doubt and veils of blackness,
I peered into arenas never built...

A walk you said, across the forest floor,
To view a scene with awe and wonder...

Sometimes this effortless silence,
Lies shattered in the wake of you...

I can no longer count the tears,
Endless and silent they have fallen...

I will remember for the distance,
Your first forlorn, enchanting cry...

Into the bowels of Hull city centre
Far, far from the world outside...

It is hot today, and the sun shines upon...
Whether they wish to look upwards or not...

I have just deleted soul,
As your orange inmates file sits leadened black...

Thirty years ago you came,
To check identity, confirm name...

I hope when your ego is scraping the ceiling,
And your mirrors grow tired of that smile...