As I close my eyes I think of these lights, red and blue, decorating my sky, my indoor sky. The dark vignettes my view, but they were never as beautiful as you (or so I'd still love to think).
They'd look like stars from a distance, but up close it was bombs firing, transformers painting the night sky, but it was only police lights. A fight broke out in the pub next door, it was down the street. It all reminded me of you.