I turned the corner, but there was nothing there
surprised, disheartened, silenced, I stared
I had turned corners like this before,
but today there was nothing there.

What echo falls on saddened ears,
when the unexpected is found
and what more unexpected emptiness,
is there than hollow sound?

When during the road of my life's travels,
a corner had past been turned
There was always something just beyond
that beckoned as it burned.

With urgent pace, excited grip,
a sunward glance, and a gasp of air,
With hastened stride, I turned the corner,
But this time there was nothing there.