One left standing

It's amazing how quiet the world can be when you're the only one remaining in it. It's an eerie silence when not even the birds sing in the trees and the sound of the wind is a lot more prominent without the music of life whispering through it.

One expects to hear a car or the sound of children playing but it never comes. I see the ghosts of what used to be, silent reminders of a time long gone by.

At night the soft beating of my heart, now like a bass drum is all that fills the lonely darkness, and it's my own breath that rouses me from slumber in the light of day.