I look around
I see the green grass
I see cigarettes
In a dish
I remember
What it was like
To grow up
It was like
One day
I looked up
And there was no one
Left
Everybody
Ran away
And I’m still sitting
Here
Remembering
The echoes
They left

Andrew Moore is a happy man. His only wish is that, if you like his work, you contact him and ask for more so he has a reason to keep writing it.