A night blanketed by mist
Not like other nights that have past
Tonight is colder and quieter.
A hooded figure roams the empty streets
Door to door collecting what others have thrown away
Heartaches and heart breaks
Even happiness that others neglected
Memories they prefer not to look back to.
The unwanted feelings
Things that have been erased
The hooded figure takes them all
Bury them not in cemeteries
But someplace else.