misty with a hint of fog
moist to the tongue
on a sweet September night
alone, companion to the single street lamp
speaking words
to a wet road and the silent dew
fumbling the syllables
while the smokey night sky
begins to leak, and push my emotions
far below alright

Shine dim light
behind a simple cone
off white and wood
there you'll find me

gazing with blank eyes
towards red numbers
hoping their transformation
happens faster

To the lamp's dismay
my eyelids can't keep pace
and grow heavier
with each flicker of red

Only when the world
is thin and blurred
does the transformation stop
and everything pauses
entering darkness comfortably

New light added to the lamp's
stirs my movement
and i witness myself
not where i was before minutes ago
...minutes or hours

what seemed small is large
my time spent away
was longer than thought

Belief that the red numbers paused
is all but childish
I recall waiting, gazing blankly
and thinking of you
I remember i left the light on
because of you