the empty streets

the clock on the town
tower has stopped.
the clouds
are still.
the streets are empty.
only the leaves
move
from the trees.
scattered in color.
I listen
to the heart beat
of this day
becoming night.
I put my ear to the chest
of tomorrow
to understand what's to
come,
what's wrong.
what's right.
the stones are cold
and hard
beneath my feet, but I
walk.
I walk.
I go forward as I always
have,
with or without
you.