Watching

It's autumn and it's cold

The wind blows down

The silence and chills

Engulf the whole town

Then, you look up the sky

And saw the moon

Thought to yourself

"It'll be midnight soon."

On an empty porch you sat

As you watched the fallen leaves fly

"This is nothing, this shall pass"

As you released your cry

But I know all your secrets

And where are your other pieces

I've lived so long enough

To memorize your thought process

After some minutes you stopped

"Not even the moon should see

Not a single soul should ever

Discover this weak me"

You thought you found me out

I discovered you first, I mean

You're on my watch

Always has been

In your agony, in your pain

In your red, black and blue

But there are laws I cannot cross

To pull some strings for you

Am I the moon? Am I the stars?

Am I cooking some kind of game?

Am I inanimate? Am I god?

I cannot tell you my name

I might be a parent

I might be an admirer

I might be a god

I might be a murderer

Whatever the context

We're sure on one thing

Whoever I am

I'm watching

Photo was taken in September 2018 at Vigan City, Ilocos Sur.

Flash poetry was written in September 2020.

Check out Woebegoner #10 :: Watching.