Voids

I stare into the void
Every now and then
And I'm reminded
Of every other moment.
A few strokes, here and there
Uneven, or even rare
Like the silence of a noon
Sliced by those blunt tyres.
And distant birds, cooing,
Spiralling into nowhere.

I stare into the void;
Those well known eyes
Which do have depth
But nothing else to share.