On memories travelled I see your headlights.

The wind deposits dust

upon the wall

etched are memories

of moments once lived.

The echoes of time are

still heard through the ring

in my ears

where thoughts just fall

from lips parted,

and I see my shadow

stumble without a sound.

The night is long,

it's still nowhere,

there's not a soul around

except your headlights

ahead blinding me.