I heard everything but myself
When a day came without human voices, this is what I heard: Cracking bones after oversleepingCrunch of a fruit then a gulpWatermelon seeds spitted in a bowlThe clock, running and mockingA lonely bird’s call, anticipating loveA bus honking on a distant highway, enjoying the empty road to itselfA neighbour’s hurried footsteps in the apartment upstairsCreak of door, a lull, a drawn out sigh.Gulps of ...