How We Are

Have you ever thought how a seaside town feels once the leaves fall and that cool breeze turns bitter? Day trippers that used to bask in your warmth give you the cold shoulder. Your arms stretched out as long as the Pier they used to drift along. Your bones start to creak, crying out for them to laugh with you again. But you are only met with silence, as you heart sinks into the sand. You close your eyes as the souvenir shopkeeper rolls down their shutters. Falling victim to how the wind howls through your body, a melancholy lullaby sending you to sleep, dreaming of music and colour and life, dreaming of Spring, of a time less alone.