That moment

That second that you picked me.
When you tilted your head
Ever so slightly to the right
That is the moment
Even still,
It keeps me up at night.

I could probably tell you, if I tried to.
But tell me, what on earth would that do?

What is so poetic about a lamp post

Is it the way it shines consistently throughout the night,
How it turns on each day at precisely 7:30pm and shuts off every morning at 6:06?

Illuminating a piece of concrete like it is the only place anyone should be looking.

"This spot is special" it tells, to anyone and everyone
wading through the dark.