Was it just a Mirage?

I sit outside and have a last cigarette 

by The Mirage.

My soul seems to vanish with the smoke.

I follow its path through the nothingness 

of the night sky.

Behind me the sun still shines towards East - 

is it just a mirage?

In the emptiness of my existence, 

I see a star for the first time in Bradford sky.

The window by The Mirage now 

is as empty as me...

I am nothing.

But behind those windows lies a star...

Shining shyly as who holds, silently,

All the secrets of my deepest 

happiness and sorrows,

and implodes in the black hole

of my sad goodbye.