Fading

Fading in the sunshine
Fading in the rain
Fading in the fairground
Fading in the Seine.
Fading with the flowers
Fading with the fall
Fading are the towers
We fated to them all.
We hung out on the 14th floor
And spun out with the stars
Like the wheels that spun
Of the car I drove off,
remember that, my love?
The trains trundle past now,
Reminding me of you
Fading in my failing snapshot memory
Fading in the blue.