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.