at last darkness seeps
into my lungs until
they are tarred
with the night

hello forsaken streets!
no warm bodies?
they must be fast asleep
in safe secluded rooms
out of sight

for a moment I’m at peace
but what is that sound?

…the world sighing as
          it expands?
…my past echoing as
          it recedes?
…my future beckoning me
          as if I had a choice?

no, no, no,
I hear it clearly now

it’s her voice
beckoning and expanding
as it recedes