The nights are pitch dark here

The scent of something better never leaves the air

And as the cars drive by us the sound of the forgotten pierces our bones through the window gaps

 

You exhale, and the fumes form clouds above our heads

We have no shoes

The road is filled with broken glass

And our feet bleed but you hold your head high

Almost as high as the clouds you made

You step on the broken glass like you never knew there was any other way to walk

You show no pain

 

The night is pitch dark

The sound of broken glass cracking under our feet is the only thing breaking the silence

We are the only ones left here

You search for my hand in the dark

 

I don't know where we are going

But I have no fear

 

That “something better” in the air has your name on it

 

 

 

Emi Linna