the city was asleep
while i was awake
among myself but beside others
the milky moon watched
as i listened in
to the sound of a nearby open mic
i looked to the inky sky
only to find myself
feeling nothing but the absence of light
i felt myself waiting
and searching
for something seemingly impossible and inevitable
the streetlights blinded me
and i soaked
in my own exhaustion and loneliness fueled by the night
a cheesy poem i wrote over the summer and rediscovered