by Patricia Pierce
Graying clouds grow spindly wisps,
highlighting the city’s twilight.
Whispering wind, that only I can hear,
severs memories of your voice.
I pace, alone,
where cobwebs dangle from unlit light poles.
My spine shivers, cold.
Summer heat rises from the pavement.
My lungs pant for breath.
The ever-present fear of sleep
claws at my eyes,
forbids me from glancing backward.
Future forever the same:
Days and nights without you.
Darkness resides in my soul,
promises of peace, no more.