Our world has turned ghostly
Boulevard echoes
Recent chats and smiles
The noise of our lives.
Days transformed
into distant existence
Solitude and wine
Spring mountain view.
Someone smiled today
A tilt towards comfort
I think she recognised an accent
I recognised her kindness.
I’ve always dreamt
of a romantic apocalypse
Just me and you
Maybe a clutch of others
Brewing coffee over a campfire
in the last forest.
That dream
is different now.