One Night Before the Dawn

The street still waits for no One there. Just the fog brushing through my hair. The cafe closed when I walked out. Footsteps echo, lost in doubt. A coffee cup left half-sipped. Like the words we never slipped. Autumn leaves drift past goodbyes. You vanished like a clouded sky. Only the saxophone sighs alone. In this quiet hour, in undertones. Did someone wait for love to stay? Or was it smoke that blew away? The night lets go my heart Adrift. Every path becomes a myth. I still wait as morning hides. But no one calls the sun to Rise.