Last Call

The sun is down,

and I'm watching the last clouds,

pass over,

and fade in the dark.

The sun goes west,

where you live,

or at least where I remember.

I'm here alone,

sit down on a chair,

watching the sky pass by,

in my eyes the colours passes,

in the beauty of the sunset.

I will give the sunset,

to go back in time,

only once,

to see you and me walking,

one by side,

without knowing it was the last time.

Who would have thought,

that that cold winter was,

what we called already before.

I didn't.

I'm sure you didn't too.

But deep down we already know,

that it was,

the last call.