Empty

I sit down on my rooftop and watch day fade to night, and hope fade to fear.

I hear the noises of the world around me. A siren blaring in the distance, dogs barking, children playing in the park. Leaves rustling in the wind. Cars whizzing by to unknown destinations.

I wonder what everyone is doing. I contibute my own noise; faint, softly and inaudible to the rest of humanity -- a sigh of insecurity and hoplessness.

The breeze slaps my face the wind rustles fallen leaves that have found their path on my front yard. The sun is starting to hide from me.

A tear falls from my left eye and rolls down my cheek. I catch it in the palm of my left hand. It is wet with excess sadness. I bring my hand up to my face and blow my sadness into the wind.


I wonder who will catch it.