Silhouettes of buildings and palm trees

There was never going to be enough time 
To tell you everything.
How death lay inside me unspoken but 
Perceived all the same.
Now I spy the silhouettes of buildings and 
Palm trees from the same window,
In the same room I lock myself away in.

The sun would be going down 
And I would remember how I worked in this 
Or in that building, remembering the map
Of this town.
Remember me now.
I would have you see through my eyes,
To look on the silhouette in the distance

Like I was one of the shadows 
Of one of those palm trees, 
Eager to please, my breath apart from me 
As if I was observing me,
Feeling just enough like a monkey.
I would try to describe the drizzle of rain.
The soft heat against the skin 

Was just like a blanket.
There was a glass in my right broken hand 
From fighting. The details of this,
The details of that small thing nobody 
   notices.
Finding moving forward for those of us 
Less obstinate is like the sense one has 
Whereby the mood, set on you,

By Elvis on repeat, distorts.
The view a marker of a place I find hard to 
Say I don't want to move on from.
If you were the palms
I was the shadow.
I will stay put as you go on a path I cannot 
Follow.