By Ogbuabo Chukwudi
Staring down at my cell
I wondered if all was well
It’s been ages since my phone rang (i think?)
My funny ringtone “you got a call!” it sang.
Windows fogged out with chill,
(Cold that wasn’t there the night before)
Could this be ill?
The house seems empty
Even with furniture so heavy
Outside seems deserted too
Where has everyone evacuated to?
My head seems to be racing with thoughts
With no meaningful end to these thoughts
Where has everyone gone?
Are they even coming back?
Seems so unlikely…
My life has become a ghost town
and the residents don’t seem to be coming back any time soon.
