Home?

Darkness all around,
Streets of emptyness surround me,
As I walk the long walk home.
The asphalt glistens,
A slippery oil slick.
Forever spreading outwards.
Gaunt trees loom,
their gaunt fingers reaching to the sky,
Searching for the absent moon.
Sharp keening of the wind sharing their ache.
As I walk the long walk home.
Remnants of windows wink at me,
Behind the boards blocking them from the world.
The flow of gutter water giggling,
Always a spectator.
As I walk the long walk home.
The wind chills as it passes me,
Merciless in its fun.
As I walk the long walk home.
To a place that never exists.