There’s nothing I enjoy more,
Than the silence of an empty city.
Where the lights change with no purpose;
Where the animals have taken the square.
A calm respite from the bitterness,
Of our newfound days.
I can smell the subtle healing,
From the previous day’s tear.
Though through the stillness,
I face with a deafening stare,
Fear of what tomorrow may bring.
A sad anticipation.
Hopeless in its vision.
No matter the heart’s desire,
Yesterday has seemingly,
defined tomorrow.
My soul breaks,
As creation despairs.
Together whispering;
“No more tears.”