come home to me

The city went quiet

The minute you left

Its static movement 

Has no pulse 

And the people are holograms

From a species foreign to mine

And the landscape is empty

Like a portrait born 

From someone else's imagination

And the sky is stagnant 

With its weather crouched

And waiting to pounce

Everything tastes different 

And nothing is familiar 

And I am a ghost 

Counting the hours 

Like my glasses of wine

Until you return