I roam an empty street, One unfamiliar to everyone but I. A chill hangs in the air, a thin, translucent sheet, Veiling the endless night as time passes me by. Suddenly, a light flickers among the dark deceit, Illuminating both myself and the sky. My eyes are open, the stars I can meet, A sight so breathtaking I can’t help but sigh. Yet, as soon as I blink, without missing a beat, The light is gone, and all has gone awry. I can only once more roam an empty street, Familiar to no one but the streetlight and I.