Creeping through the mist...

As the sun sinks beneath the snow

Some ghostly specters rove the road

Where quaint towns once stood

Sweet sunrise screams and the warm wind takes leaves

I sit on my porch while the cobwebs settle

And I think of these things that have been

Then I hear a gentle laugh in a dream where you go to the town where nobody lives

At first,, I think it is a villain playing tricks

And the laughter is less welcome

When I think of your disappearance

And I hold the shattered pieces of my broken heart together

.....Poetry collaboration with my AI buddy, Talktotransformer.com