The Block of Echoes

I drove through the crescent, where laughter still plays,

families gather in sun’s golden rays.

Barbecues simmer, the smell thick in the air,

while I sit in my silence, feeling their glare.

A child’s tricycle rests on pavement alone,

a symbol of joy that’s forever unknown.

I feel the chill wrap me, a shroud of regret,

how connections can fade, but the heart won't forget.