It’s always felt sad to lose The stuff that touched your life The headlights silent scan your room In the middle of the night Shadows swell and carousel Sweeping the dormant air The stillness bends but doesn’t break The furniture doesn’t care This is every place you’ve ever held Keys to lock up for the night And never once imagined how It rests outside your sight And driven home defeated Followed hands and not your head Making slow turns lost in thought Empty streets pulled past by reflex With a lifetime’s worth of practice You’ve grown too tired to sleep Eyelid scissors have scraped too blunt To cut off from the conscious stream Didn’t even realise they weren’t closed Until the frozen ricochet Of soft lamps passing unaware Showed you your home in a new way And literally lit up your life As laid across this space That you rent and that you cherish And you wake in and you hate As a stranger you will never know For a washing degree Gifts you a feeling rare and precious Warm and sad and temporary
Quit Vision 