I run down an abandoned city street.
Nothing seems to be living. All is dead.
I see someone standing behind a fleet
of blue trucks parked among those who have fled.
My mind becomes dizzy as I twist, turn.
The empty hole within my chest explodes.
Confusion overwhelms, my insides burn,
I vomit! Hyper-ventilation slows.
Recovering, I see the tall man run.
He ducks into an alley, disappears,
escaping pursuit, our song still unsung.
The streets turn from concrete to dull mirrors
And all the while I walk alone to chase
him into the darkness that hides his face.
