I saw a square

Of sunlight fall

On my study wall.

It is no longer there –

We all borrow

Each joy and sorrow

Until our square

Vanishes into empty air.

I feel the wind

On my skin

And hear him

Whisper in the trees

Reminding me of you.

I go in

And face my darkening window

Were I to die tonight

I would go happy –

Yet tomorrow will probably come.

I will walk in sun

Or rain.

Then, returning home again

I will face my window

But not the same

One as tonight