The sound of the cars can be reassuring.
The light of the moon can be all there is.
My mind makes promises too fragile to keep.
I don’t know why I write and to whom I should address the words.
I’m worried about tomorrow.
There’s a man who takes his dog for a walk every morning and the routine comforts me.
I watch him. He walks funny. His dog does too now, it’s old.
I close my eyes.
I listen to the cars.
I wonder how many more times I’ll see the man walk the dog.
I go to sleep.