Missing the Old Colors

Dilayla ÖZERKAN ‣

The city feels empty, With all the towers and the wind. It’ s the people who are empty— Not the streets, maybe, But the spirits.

You look into the sky, With all those lights Here and there, never going out. Forever bright, never night. Colors fade without a sound—

Neon bruised into gray, Memories washed thin Like old paint on concrete walls. The red, the blue, the gold of yesterday All left behind somewhere We forgot to look.

Constant noise, never ending, Mixed with the sound of silence. Voices pass through you, But none of them stay.

Snowflakes falling Under a dim streetlight, Reflecting on the wall, Never again to fall— Like days that slipped past us, Unnoticed, Unrepeatable, Gone before we knew their names.