sweet olive

Walking home from work again,

Another day that weighs me down.

With the sunset falling low behind,

I’m just a shadow on this town.

Summer’s gone but leaves a trace,

A quiet ache the evening brings.

And on this road, the whisper comes —

Autumn’s here on gentle wings.

Sending you my late-summer love.

Tell me, what sky are you looking at tonight?

Then the sweet olive drifts around me, soft and warm,

Saying, “It’s alright… you’ll find your smile again by morning light.”

Every step along this path

Brings your memory back to me.