Words that escaped

A letter from a stranger

I leave this town tonight.

The stars seem dull,

Luminance has waned with the moon.

I turn my back to the sky,

My thoughts- An eclipse to its beauty.

I have shared a story,

with the scent of this city.

For some reason it smells different,

A bittersweet aroma hangs in the air.

The trees seem to whisper goodbye, I'm aware.

The people, they're asleep.

They have been asleep under a spell,

of their own noise.

Oblivious when I arrived,

oblivious when I'm going.

I am not ashamed to be a stranger

in this city that smelled of night- blooming jasmines

whose noise I silenced by my own internal banter.

I am a stranger with a diary full of words

too simple to notice.

I'm leaving this town tonight.

I have left a poem by your bedside.

I haven't signed in my name,

You couldn't hear it that day.

You couldn't hear me through the noise.

I hope you smell the jasmines past the smoke of this city,

I hope you fill your mind with simple words,

I hope you feel light

and I hope you bring back

the humble luminance

in this city's moonlit eyes.

Goodbye.