The cold breeze gently brushes her skin
as she stroll down the lifeless road,
while surveying the sky.
Like his words, the heaven is empty,
no stars, no moon.
Just a flock of clouds concealing what’s
The little voice was there yet she chose to be deaf,
she favored the contractions
– the fleeting ones.
As she flipped through the imaginary pages,
all she could ever feel is the nostalgia of
what has been.