September 30, 2014

No One


Traffic moves slowly, 
up the hill,

one day's like another,
with time to kill.

I'm looking up
from down below,

mourners arrive,
there's nowhere to go.

I guess it's no wonder
you're not here.

I hear a voice whisper,
she'll never appear.

I'll sleep still,
through heat and snow.

People will talk,
but no one will know.