Empty Streets

The cars are tired, they’ve gone home for the evening
The streetlights still change for no one, when no one is around
The lights off in the distance are looking for a friend to cast a shadow upon
The wind is howling, but it means no harm
The grass hugs the ground, looking for warmth on a chilly night
The ghosts of yesterday linger on the field below
There was a fight
Two people
Yelling
Punching
Slamming doors
Walking away
The scene disturbed the scenery, but had anyone seen what I saw
The contrast between innocence and reality was being blurred
The empty streets in front of me were now mine
I found comfort in the silence
I found value in the moments that used to be rumours
I found relief in the contents of a paper bag
The path from one comfort zone to the next was built with love
When I close my eyes, I am there
I am breathing in the everlasting air
I am fighting the wind with flare
I am in a place where I care
When I open my eyes, I lose it all
I am watching my step until I fall
I am running away from the next phone call
I am in a place where I bawl
My feet felt the empty streets, but they were never bare
And now someone else walks that path the same way I had
I know they will find it how I did
With ghosts of yesterday not yet dead
With grass coming up for air on warm nights
With wind inviting itself inside to play
With lights off in the distance being overshadowed by the sun
With streetlights changing because they wore the same colour
With cars emitting exhaust, but never getting exhausted
No matter the season, those empty streets are mine
And then I open my eyes.

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15 Responses to Empty Streets

  1. lauraashurst says:

    Love this poem. Very moving😊

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Lynni says:

    Yes! I’ve been watching your blog for a post like this 😍 beautiful words, Paul 🙌🏼

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Lee Dunn says:

    Dreaming….dreaming.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Nan Mykel says:

    For some inexplicable reason I especially like “I am watching my step until I fall.” Many true thoughts here. Also like “”The cars are tired, they’ve gone home for the evening
    The streetlights still change for no one, when no one is around”

    Liked by 1 person

  5. N says:

    This is spectacular… soft words and moving imagery. I love this poem.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Little Rants says:

    I always enjoy your poetry 😻

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Little Rants says:

    More. More more.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Ely says:

    “With ghosts of yesterday not yet dead with grass coming up for air on warm nights”. God. You’re a freaking artistic genius. This poem is so emotional. As usual, I love it. High five ✋

    Liked by 1 person

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