...There are no people.

The lights are on in all the houses, but there is nobody on the streets.

Are ther people inside? I peek in a window to find out.

There are people. But they are with "Them."

I look in other houses.

These people are with "Them," too.

This city is just like the all the rest.

Being with "them" is fun.

More fun than being with people.

Nobody comes outside anymore.

There are no people in this city.

I will leave this city and go to another one.

I hope that I will meet someone.

Someone just for me.

But if that special someone falls in love with me...

...I will have to leave that someone.

Even so, I want to meet that special someone.

This is what I think as I leave the city with no people.