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.