In The Gravel!

the trees all cut,
lay across the path.
all signs of life have vanished.

an empty hamper
where clothes once lived,
not even the scent of living remains.

lifetimes fall like words
in a vacant room....
swept to the side by indifference.

nothing remains of the fire,
even the ashes are cold....
the air itself gone stagnant!

from a whirlwind to an echo,
a kiss to a door lock turned,
the sound of a stranger walking away.

and all that we are,
and ever have been,
footprints left in the gravel!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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