An open, empty field
covered only by the grass
where something used to be –
well, something had to pass
I stare at the empty space
and cannot fathom this –
all that is left is emptiness
Passing shooting stars
and you’re asked to make a wish
though the thought of that wish
is as short as shooting stars –
I stare at this face
halfway expecting a caress
although all that is left now is emptiness
An open, empty field
where our time was often passed
in a building now torn down –
nothing is meant to last