Soliloquy

what could have been

The trees pale
in the background
as the night drapes over the world
like a familiar cloak;
The wind slithers
to a mere whisper
as the low hum of crickets
fill the void of a moment's pause;
As the world stops at its tracks
to let the night settle in,
I remember who I am,
who I was
And all that I could have
ever been.