When the candle is blown on the rainy night
And darkness falls onto our arms
He walks past me with his gaze fixed on the stars
His shadow moves slowly with delicate touch
His expression hopeful but eyes so sad
Who would want to have a job like that?
I sit on a bench not expecting what will come
He walks around me one more time
My hands seem to disappear
The fog surrounds me, covers me like silky down
His lips move in a whisper
One tear shining under his eyes
I hear my name, I’m sure about that
How does he know it, I ask?