Population: 1.5

We’re almost a ghost town.

There’s a chair on the side of the main road,

and glass shattered all over the ground.

The post office is boarded up,

and there’s nobody around.

There’s graffiti on the elementary school,

I wish you’d at least been cruel.

But we faded out like high-school football stars, neon-lit bars, and lightning bugs.

The love decayed over time like teeth do with drugs.

–S.