Passing hellos

Loud clicking heels and expensive perfumes

Laughs ringing out from high up windows

Story’s that contain stories within their worn down walls

The streetlights glow a warm yellow against the concrete

It makes the night seem inviting, beckoning me to walk within its own cool rays

Their light splashes my skin better than any sun

And though they do block the stars, their brilliance accent the night enough

The cars drive like they’ve somewhere to be,

But not urgently so

The roads, while crowded, erupt in a whisper when cars drive on it

Almost as if it’s been taught manners

This seems a kind city, with a life teeming beneath each brick laiden house

The night cradles me as if I’m one of her own.