Dark evening kites

Dark evening sky lit up with red kites,

Flickering in the wind, shaken and unsure,

Eyes on the sky, I stumble past your door,

And walk right into, you and I.

These long past years, as if, just a short few hours,
And  we were back in that old mill place, the conversation, your eyes, our smile, my heart;

Stars far, you close by and the smells of love,
Fleeting touches and whispers of the passing night,

How would one not see love as a lie,

When all that's left in its wake are slow dying embers of stale memories,
Awake through these long nights, how long will I keep stumbling past your door.