She left him on the roof
Looking out onto the city
It's towers concrete and steel


One humid afternoon
In a month of dying crickets

And corpses of burned out cars

With the image of his profile

Still etched on teary eyes
And the chemical sunset
That stained their good bye


And later that year
When the satellites were falling

Debris from a crowded sky

She often thought of him

And the roof where he was waiting
Through days and through fevered nights


And she fears now the streets
That once led her to his house
Are erased by the colours

Of poisonous skies