over.

acrid bitter smoke burns my eyes my nose
blends into the crisp cold of November Central Park
the fireworks are over and it is time to go home

the silence is deafening it chokes me like loneliness
squeezing my throat until my eyes pop in tears
I say goodbye to you, to this future
to these plans and dreams and this better life
I leave you to walk alone
as I will walk alone and we are done

my road is quiet I am submerged in silence and darkness
and if you are anywhere near me you know
there isn't an easy way out.