Rusticated

Rain settles on the rusticated stone Wind echoes through the gates along the street Climbs the bank, filling space that used to be a home And spares itself with grace, accepts defeat I recall the voices of a family once here Rationing for whatever they can find With reddened eyes, sleep deprived, the end is near Frantic running from what's left behind But I recall the dress she wore that night Muted colors run along the hemline But red seems to overwhelm in this light Surely that amount can't only be mine Blood settles on the rusticated stone All I need right now is to be left alone