tale to tale

In this view of complete silence,
All I hear is the cracking of my leather coat,
As I breathe the scene in and out.
My phone lights my face,
Making it’s blue dull gaze,
Visible to no one.

In this, the moon is so harsh,
Like a spotlight down on this valley,
Showing shadow in all its anxiety.
The town below is half awake,
And the people in it, half aware,
Failing to see the significance.

A person has gone over the edge.
And the begrudged,
That still walk in this twilight,
Are searching for them.
How easy it is for me to push the handbrake,
And make their night longer.

But I’m a spectator tonight,
Watching the freckles go out,
On a once pale face.
And here on this soil,
Where I now can’t make an imprint,
I have to witness it.

My jacket creaks,
As I breathe the scene in.