Inconsolable I
Walking the streets no one around
almost a sense of loneliness
Sun beaming down, a car passes with no particular destination
Hollow stares from the back seat, soulless ,zombie like being
fades into the heat and dust
With hands in pockets I stroll
watching the tiny dust devils spring up and die just as quickly
A fly seems desperate for company following me
buzzing, circling, maybe curiosity ,as people seldom visit anymore
Passing by the diner, no longer do the smells linger on the breeze
Building after building,boarded windows, remnants of a once virile town,
now reveal all too plain the decay and rot that permeates
Every building with it's own personality,
filled with ghosts laughing and singing from a different time
Were they ever really here?
The sun now to my back I walk on
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