the nights have begun to shudder
as the leaves lose their colour.
the rumble of the train tracks
is distant, yet so loud and clear.
it's screaming at the darkness,
at the possible nearness of the destination.
i hear the dogs bark over a piece of bone
some stranger left on the doorstep.
the crickets have now come alive,
watch them come out and take a dive.
be careful, don't crush the dried leaves
that colour the ground brown.
even in death, they've added colour to the concrete.
i can hear some airplanes flying above me,
think of the souls that its carrying.
we can never ascertain why someone chose to become one with the sky,
was it glee, or was it sorrow?
i switch off the lights before hitting my head on my pillow.
and i gulp the water that has turned cold.
ah, the gentle reminder of the forthcoming cold.
