You're sitting at a small bay window <br />in an empty café by the sea. <br />It's nightfall, and the owner is locking up, <br />though you're still hunched over the radiator, <br />which is slowly losing warmth. <br /> <br />Now you're walking down to the shore <br />to watch the last blues fading on the waves. <br />You've lived in small houses, tight spaces— <br />the walls around you kept closing in— <br />but the sea and the sky were also yours. <br /> <br />No one else is around to drink with you <br />from the watery fog, shadowy depths. <br />You're alone with the whirling cosmos. <br />Goodbye, love, far away, in a warm place. <br />Night is endless here, silence infinite.<br /><br />Edward Hirsch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-the-last-evening-will-be-like/
