A Day Wasted, Remembered

Dusk declares her presence

On translucent window panes

And it’s a hazy yellow glow that

Softly encircles the blurred edges

In my stuffy room, where dances

Of tobacco smoke swirls keep

Up the façade of a life within

Alive and well, to eyes peering

From across the horizon which

Half shields the drowning orb

Of fire, shedding reminders of

Wasted moments bathed by

Its dying light since dawn.