When the sun slips down

and dusk hangs heavy,

like dust on this worn-out town,

I close my eyes, see your face,

pretending you’re still here.

In my mind, I run to you—

you’re where I disappear.

This old house groans and creaks,

its bones are wearing thin.

Our memories play hide and seek.

I think of you, of simpler days,

the laughter, the steady ways.

I picture that warm smile upon your face,

I run to you, my hiding place.