No one to see

Disrupted night
Broken dreams turn into fragmented thoughts
Birds fight in the wood
as day breaks and enters
without fail

Another morning
Another noon
We march through the hours
moving through space
Grass
Sunshine
Fragrance in the air
Strangers’ faces here and there

We march
Laughter and hopscotch
Tears and tic tac toe
Random games
Same result

The here
The now
The live in the moment
Will they come back
and haunt us
in the wee hours
when broken dreams and fragmented thoughts
linger
for no one to see