Angela, I have to go

The street lamp flickers
Messages from a friend
You left last September
Magic never ends
The last time we met
Summer under the bridge
In your school uniform
No need to promise anything
Filled you with my breath
Is there ever anything
To think about
When we let go of string
Look up into clouds
Until you no longer
Can be seen
You'll be a shadow
To greet me
Some dark evening
Turning a corner
You'll be a memory
Of your glowing face
When we talked on your porch
Until I realized
It was growing late

On the way home
The street lamps
Were already on