41 & Sunsets

So now I'm left remembering ghosts,
in a sunset filled by 41...
Here is my mind, lonely and in bliss...

... My infinite day of your scent!

My metro stubs, dissolving in my wallet...
... Just like your face!
My heart, little by little, singing again...
My tears run dry.

Sober lover left behind...
Poet turned Monk!

Never again loved.
Never again lover.

Silently watching your draft from a far...

Never again son...


Just violins and a saxophone.