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.