it is cold
and silent
a grey wind
moans through
the loose
window
when it gets
just like
this
i feel the
world has
stopped
and now
it is mine
to fill

all i have
to fill
it with
is yellowed
memories
faded and
melancholy
films
a dull
and sullen
pining
for days
that might
have been
that maybe
were

i can't be
certain

but i hope
this silence
lasts.