Alone

Racing the dark on a winter night trembling heart stopped by a well-lit house at a crying violin sound back of children playing inside sound of laughter aroma of spices pulling sick heart lingering on to a distant springtime tango fragrance of flowers blooms and buds unchanging with time the fiddler the roses and the smile that vanished without goodbye swallowing a knot of tears un cried cutting the wind stamping the ground reached a keyhole in solitude of night to cross from dark to darkness locking mask out sensor blue light on a single bed white pulling sheet to tearing eyes not even an echo to answer a whisper repeating twice good night, good night to a once existing smile. First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-May20/21