there are no people
by Connor Simpson
There are no people in the cars which drive by me.
There are no people in the buildings I walk past.
empty
No
Blank
The sun beats down on empty mirrors,
Empty mirrors filled with the sky.
A beautiful, dying, unattainable expanse an arm’s length away.
Something overflowing with nothing,
Something which does not see me.
An empty city crowded with no one,
No one who comes from nowhere.
No one who has no name.
No one who I may never see again.
In the reflection in the eyes of no one,
I cannot see myself.