emote:

Empty streets as cold as a morning pressed against light
familiar as a forgotten language, distant as a promise.
It took me twice, I forgot what I swore I would remember,
you and the summer both gone, importance is its own spectacle,
work is what others say is to be done, I am the water fading
into the sand, as empty as what you would expect
a house of windows to be, that kind of alone.