Widow's Walk

at the top of the house
where the angels change
I found you flooding hard
in the gallery fire
your image was saved
but the flowers had no card

these old shoes no longer fit
does that make this the end of it?
at least I tried, at least I cried
at least I was someone's valentine

somewhere in the dust
is a face I've touched
trapped in a full stop mood
when the colour returns
I will rise again
and jump the filthy roofs

"I'll be warmer in here
I'll be safer alone"
in a cobweb of cold sweat?
if I flew to the top of the house
and the angels weren't there
I'd catch my breath