Silence surrounds The sun still shines
but loneliness cannot exist on this perfect day
Not in a place except, too often,
where time never quits. no children play.
It's unfortunate The empty park
that bit by decaying bit beyond these walls
our generations keep cries in memory
losing grip. of laughs and falls.
It's a terrifying thought that But wait,
when asked "what time is it?" does hope approach at dawn?
it'll seem foreign and insane He pauses to finish a text..
to glance at my wrist. And then he is gone.
The goal of the assignment was to write two sections about two different things and tie them together creatively in the title.
