We were
together
once.
Bathed in
the silver light
of the moon
and the
star's
understanding shine.
Together
in a way
that,
lit by a
flickering
streetlamp
and reflections
in the asphalt,
would be
so seedy.

Thank God
We
aren't like that.

On a street corner?
Really.
Learn some
decency.

But as we pass
and the streetlamp
flickers
out of view -
I look into it's
false flame
and
for a moment
feel a star
die.