suicidio

A Noise

I lay in bed 

Deep in thought, 

When I hear a noise outside. 

I tip-toe downstairs and head out the door,

As I slide on a coat. 

I take in a deep breath as my bare toes touch 

The cold stone sidewalk.

I walk down the vacant street, 

Breathing in the cold air. 

I forget what I’m looking for until hear it again.

The noise echoes down the street.

I can’t identify what is it at first,

But as I follow it, 

It becomes more and more familiar. 

I start running,

Faster and faster as I start recognizing the noise. 

It’s laughter.