Inside it’s cold and dead,
Icicles hang from the corners of my heart.
[a ghost town]
deserted by the inhabitants –
left for greener, warmer fields.
Emergency evacuation routes
Executed in fluid precision.
All exits manned and controlled,
Roll-call taken and life-boats launched.
The evacuation was sudden.
Lots of belongings left behind
Tainted aromas of comfortable silences – abandoned.
Half-finished mosaics of serene contentment – abandoned.
My city – built for me (incomplete) – abandoned.
Left with building rubble, suspended cement dust
And decaying foundations.
So easy for you to leave – you were provided
With escape routes on entrance.
But how can I follow?
How can I escape?
How can I leave myself?