poem166: nobody but you…

one warm April evening

the sun went down early

the seas swept away the castles

built for dreams to live in

the waves returned, hurried and eager

in the wet sands

they dug deeper

as if something precious was lost

but they returned

without their castles to peek into

without those walls to protect

life was like that

one day, you had everything

and by the evefall, everyone had left

the house was empty

no one to behold

nothing alive and kicking

nobody but you