my footsteps
were met
with the echo
of my steps

figures
apparitions
lost souls

every corner
porch front
driveway

the moon frowned
or perhaps smiled
as I met its mood
eye to eye

dead end
dead friends
dead dreams

bad vibes
a bad time
waiting down the street

for me

pulling
somehow enchanting

demeaning
full of meaning

I stopped
I shook
I turned

and walked back toward the lights