Graveyard of Reveries

The Vending Machine Down Hollow Row

I follow the light down the end of Hollow Row

It is as the name suggests - 

A street where nobody goes.

I follow the light down the end of the road

Where a lone vending machine stands

I insert my coin and grab my can of Coke.

Leaning at the side of the metal box,

I stay frozen for about minutes.

I swear that there's a certain rhyme at the tip of my tongue

But all the rhythm's seem to disappear

Like people in Hollow Row

Like you.

I get another Coke from the vending machine

But I don't open it 

Because maybe you're just running late at our after-school rendezvous

And I'll give you the Coke

But again it's crazy 

Because we don't go to the same school anymore

Might as well have the drink to myself. I still don't open it.

I gently place it beside me

I remember the days when Hollow Row

Never was hollow because you made everything rhyme

And the sun always shines

"From the springs of May to summers of July"

I'm surprised the vending machine still functions

And has freshly stored treats

Who could've arranged that? There's no one here

But the whispers of the breeze

Maybe the machine still works because it's not meant to be like you

It's meant to be like me - alone.

I wonder why you never call

You probably dusted away to particles 

Living amongst the mysteries of Hollow Row

Perhaps we've lived at the wrong time period

And we're facing the consequences - one has to go

One has to stay

If abandoned buildings can shed tears, I think they would

Because the truth is, I haven't

I am neither sad nor angry

Maybe it's the makings of Hollow Row;