I see the lights and wonder,
"Would I have seen them any different
If you did not exist?"
I used to see them even from afar,
Admire and compare them to stars,
I may have written a poem or two
Of how
When I see the lights,
I think of you.
But now
After everything we've been through
I see them as a constant reminder
That lights can go off any second
And leave you in the dark.
Just like how the day gives way to the night
And waits until it needs to give light
The only difference is
I waited but you never came back.