All the guests are gone
Silence on the glass brims
Their laughter will fade out
Their footsteps will be swallowed
By clear night sky
You can close the door
There they are no more
You can say ‘That’s it.’
They won’t care a bit.
All whispers are taken
Silence on the glass brims
Growing into dark
When the lights turn off
Window panes stand broken
You can close them down
They will give no sound
You’ll say ‘It’s ok.’
Try sleep for the day.
Miroslava Odalovic
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baby-blue-you-ve-got-you/
