The cold wind whistles past my ears

my boots crush along the leaves

and my breath comes out as steam

but it is not just another walk in the park

the leaves fall like delicate things

and the birds chirp elegantly

the squirrels scramble in twos

and the fish swim in their schools

but it is not a normal day

my phone does not light up nor does it ring

no cars zoom by, ever in a rush

laughter does not sound

the swings push back and forth alone

like a feather in the wind

because it is not just another walk in the park

the people have all left, their cars in idle

the dogs wait for their owners

as the toys await to be picked up

for everyone is gone, except me