At that time the sky fell -- fell on me. Overwhelms the memory, then throws me instantly into the distant afternoon, into the falling twilight.
Still the same red, the twilight violet reflected from your red eyes, which were fixated on me.
Since then, a twilight has always reflected in your eyeballs, clouded, hardened, moved, remained dark.
Now, another twilight is still reflecting and fading -- fading into the embrace of the night.
I keep going, let go of the past, leave you without...