The ground
was cold.
The air
had left.
The trees
held secrets.
The grass
untouched.
The houses
were empty.
The mice
had left.
The dinner
stopped cooking.
No one was left.
They had all gone.
No dust would stir,
the shadows completely still.
He wasn’t here.
She had left.
The laughter was silenced.
Everyday gossip was no more.
Where?
Where did they go?
Why did they leave?
The ghosts that resided
wouldn’t even peep.
What had happened?
No trace.
No trace.
No
trace.
Not a note,
not a face,
not a word,
not a fingerprint,
not a strand of hair.
As if
history repeated.
Gone without a trace.
Yet not even the word
Croatoan
was left.
was cold.
The air
had left.
The trees
held secrets.
The grass
untouched.
The houses
were empty.
The mice
had left.
The dinner
stopped cooking.
No one was left.
They had all gone.
No dust would stir,
the shadows completely still.
He wasn’t here.
She had left.
The laughter was silenced.
Everyday gossip was no more.
Where?
Where did they go?
Why did they leave?
The ghosts that resided
wouldn’t even peep.
What had happened?
No trace.
No trace.
No
trace.
Not a note,
not a face,
not a word,
not a fingerprint,
not a strand of hair.
As if
history repeated.
Gone without a trace.
Yet not even the word
Croatoan
was left.