The flowers have a bland yellow

The grass is a deep green

I notice a fellow

no smile, yet they gleam

I walk along this street

kicking rocks that set at my feet

they do no harm, yet I feel threatened

why do they sit okay, while I go with no end?

Questions rack my mind

where are you?

were you even here in my time?

No answers come, here I am confused.

i doubt you, your life

why would you lie?

my realizations are knives

then i meet your eyes

you walked past me

nothing behind your eyes

my life empty of your presence

but now I know your message.