RAINDROP/SUNDROP (GRASSWORLD/RAINWORLD) by Robert Garcia - HTML preview

Voices on the Hills

I hear voices on the hills

Not too close, not too far away

Somehow, I can’t tell where they are

But they are loud enough for me to hear

I look back behind me

To see someone standing there

A person

About my height and width

“HELLO?”

I call to them

But there is no response

From them

“If you can hear me, please say something!”

But they can’t hear me

“Goodbye!”

I call, as I run off

Into the horizon

I realize

That I never

Want to see

That figure that looks like me

Again

And I disappear into the hills

That surround me

Neither him or I

Will ever want to see

Each other again

As the sun sets

Over the hills