Doors close

And the sun sets

In the late afternoon

That becomes early evening

The once busy town square

Now silent and warm

Friends have all gone home

The day weakens

And the welcoming of lamps fuel the windows

Wood tables and lavender carpet

Drifting in daydreams

With the television on

Talk of you day and feelings

Or not, if that suits you

All are one here

In this small lapse of clarity

Strangers are family

Plates fill and empty again

And kind words of nothing fill the heated rooms

The lonely ones have all found a home

The world says its farewells, for the day at least

And I am here, outside

In the middle of the damp road