[Gunshot Bride]. Signal (№ 185949)

Autumn is here again, and I'm free again
To wander in the corridors of their errors,
Reveling in the expanse of a distant sky
And squinting from the light of others ' insights.
My coffee is cold and dark for a long time,
I lost count of the number of sleepers,
All the warmth in the pockets of all the light under the window
Someone today I waited so long.