Authored: November 15, 2020

The streets no longer bustle,
no beer is spilling from terraced tables,
the sun has gone,
the people are absent.

A call from the last part,
to tell me absence will remain,
the city as I knew it, empty,
the dream I once pictured, gone.

I was the only one absent from this dream,
the missing jigsaw piece,
I am the only one left in this dream,
the only piece.

Changes are made,
time was lost,
dreams no longer collide,
paths emerge on the horizon,
energies depart,
I am the only one left in that dream.

It's time I must dream again.