The house stands quiet
In the shade of the trees.
The sun hides
Behind the clouds,
But the heat remains.
Once in a while
A gentle breeze sweeps through the branches,
Leaving behind
A whisper of nothingness.
I stand there
By the street side,
Alone and cold,
Looking both directions for you.
Then dusk comes,
With the street lights shimmering,
And the moths dancing,
I stand there
By the street side,
Alone and cold,
Looking both directions for you.
In the darkness of night,
I hear your faint call,
I fumble and stumble around,
But I could not feel you
Near and about.
Then dawn comes,
I find your empty shoes
Lying in the morning dew.
I stand there
By the street side,
Alone and cold,
Looking both directions for you.
