The nation voted yesterday
with a voice I thought I knew.
But I woke early this morning
To an eerily quiet city
No cars in the streets
joggers taking a rare day off
even the dogs begged off their walks, preferring the undisturbed comfort
of familiar floorbeds.

The sky was empty 
Hollow clouds and songless birds lacking any will to dance
In the muted light of dawn
The air was stale and morbid
A listless breeze failing to rustle
Even the dying leaves
Of the sycamore trees.

I searched for your embrace, a kiss,
Or a dove, maybe, offering peace and
Lending meaning to my breaths
That came only with effort
From cold foreign lungs 
But I found nothing
There was just me 
And the heaviness of heart 
That yesterday had wrought.