I wonder these
Ghostly streets
In search of
Reassurance
That You exist
But I only meet
Dead ends
And dirt roads
That merge
Into lifeless
Trees
And as the
Crows begin
To caw and
The pale horizon
Is overcome
With vast
Shadows
I realize
You are
Not there
You were
Never there
I am
Alone
Standing amidst
A field of
Dying flowers
Shouting at an
Empty sky