Did the cool wind die
That old summers night
As the crickets croaked
And the bugs bit
We sang for a while
Like we were living in a space
Where we didn’t care
For the silence around
In truth, it made it hurt more
It made the sadness gather storm
It made the songs all have meanings
It made the end loom in the twilight hours
But it was all for the better
I realize that now
I have accepted that fact
Like so many others since