You sat on a bench, an empty one,
Occupying it whole with your own shadow,
Too much anticipation there was,
Idling in your thoughts ever since.

The wind brushes off on to your skin,
Too much space overwhelmed your soul,
You’re free as a bird that flies alone,
You are empty as the sky you traverse.

A moment passed by like a leaf that fell from a tree,
The sound of the clock ticking began to haunt,
People come and go like a sweet promise,
Piercing through you in lost transitions.