by B Melty

Created on: April 05, 2009

A brisk wind sprints through

a cold, damp alleyway.

As dark and lonely as the

adjacent night sky.

A leaky spout on the side of a building.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Faraway sirens break the silence

and another life is saved.

But not here.

Nothing here is worth saving.

Still day will come and busy people

will hustle through their busy lives.

The sun will burn out and

the people will leave.

And as inevitable as the wind blowing debris,

emptiness will forever befall the street.

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