‘Empty’ a poem by Branislav Petrovic

wind is blowing my hair

I’m not thinking straight

I can feel it, I can smell it

it feels like nostalgia

it smells like melancholy

 

lamp-post lights are on

my mind is off

empty streets and empty roads

alone in the unknown

 



no one on my right side

nor on my left side

maybe I should go straight

and if I don’t find you there

I’ll find you behind my back

creeping, like a shadow of my past

 

most people are home

they must be watching a movie

or a tv show

why am I not there

to feel the joy

am I the only one left here

to suffer the most?

 



I should leave this city

these streets and these roads

because you are not here

to fill empty spaces

anymore.

 
 
– b.p.

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