This town gets quiet after dark.
The wind blows and the trains hum,
The old houses yawn as I pass by,
The pebbles tumble under the weight of my feet,
The corn fields snore, and the crickets whimper in their sleep.
I had looked up at the sky.
The flickering stars and weightless clouds,
The occasional planes filled with hundreds of people,
The rich navy hues in the dark of the sky,
And the big empty moon blowing bubbles in the night.
-Melanie Munoz
I like being alone.