The Street With No Houses

The Street With No Houses

A road unbroken by door or pane,

no chimneys cough, no voices strain.

Lamplight leans on empty stone,

casting shadows that stand alone.

No curtains stir, no footsteps fall,

just silence pressed against no wall,

No wall that holds no name, no past,

only echoes fading fast.

Who paved this stretch, who laid these lines,

if no one lives, if no one binds

their breath to brick, their weight to wood?

A street that never understood.