Distance

The streets are empty tonight As I pass artificial pools of light cast down by solitary poles lining my path. The only moving thing in this dead world No children playing in driveways, No dogs barking, Nothing. The night has consumed all Except me I am moving yet My destination, far distant, beckons. This stillness is uneasy Something must happen soon must happen now but nothing. Just the misty rain splashing beneath my wheels Singing the same sad song, Over And Over And then over again