Poetry: Gone
The weathered cracks stretch across the dark wall
in a spider web pattern. The hard wood floors are
cold and the mirrors covered in dust. Two cats painted
different colors cross each other, dancing while
they await their owners return. A young couple walks
down the path holding hands and laughing…
enjoying the comforts of one another. I tread along alone.
Looking up at the dark starless sky, I wonder where they have all gone…
and if I could go with them.
