No I don’t grasp your wit today, I’m numb;
a cotton cloud is keeping me away,
I live in a tunnel so it seems now.
The hours move without much speed to night.
In here is just a candle flame and me,
a moth is trying to get in but why.
How can a creature seem to be so dumb?
I listen, I don’t know the words you say.
The phone is dead. Outside I hear an owl.
The moth gave up. I dark the candle’s light.
Through open windows comes the moist of sea.
I did not grasp your wit today: “Goodbye” ?