The Last Companion

The night was sleeping

And I was widely awake 

Making note of everything happening

The sky was coal black

They say stars took a night's leave

For the sick moon was to be attended

From hundreds of miles away 

A howling cry of winds banging this city

Deserted highways full of dust

Waited for the noise of squeaking wheels

In the corner where two walls meet

Spider halted the web making venture 

Even the bulbs were not flickering

The desperate find of companionship

Escorted the ears to the bathroom sink

The untightly closed tap emancipating

Emancipating the contingent of tiny drops

Dripping in swift succession

With them, I made a tapestry of safety