the light goes out in the city without sound. receptacles, brimming over belongings. belonging to stuff, stuffed inside boxes, memories. damp & wet, brown, tears. cleansing. If it could, the street, folding itself away. tucking, taping boxes. retracting, as if not in fear, but surrender. and if only, just to throw its proverbial hands to the sky. watching on, the horror. arms, hugging, and breathing. one large inhale, the city sleeps. swimming emotions, tapping on the sill. only to escape, the eyes peer outside, the brain peers in. voyeuristic ears suctioned to radio waves. television signals and everything is ok. ok. ok. go inside now and be with one another. be for one another. the light returns, sun reveals heart.
one, beating heart.
soaked hands locked together, be not alone.
you are not alone.