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