Less Than One

Even, less than one
Frayed first, then undone
Started in the past
Lapped you, came on fast then

Maybe just too cold
Friends but still unload
Shadows travelling light
Awkward side of night time

You were painting birds
Blinding white unfurled
Scampering, grasp at them, too slow
Not so much when you don't feel low

Stars and frigid sun
Blink out one by one
Something travels on
Not us, not this song, now

Copyright William Echard