​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