That second that you picked me.
When you tilted your head
Ever so slightly to the right
That is the moment
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.