Dark is the silence
Long in the night
She sits by the willow
In the garden strewed and dry
The old clock in the house
Has stopped keeping time
The willow shudders against the faint wind
The windows creak, curtains flip to tell a sad tale
The smoke seeps up, serpentine and grey
The cigarette ash falls on the yellow leaves
Aimlessly floating in a dreamless, crackling void
She rests herself to sleep as the willow weeps
