Past the Tesco express
where light rips the night in two.
I think briefly of you,
how there was a tear in reality
where this view would be shared.
But now I'm here backtracking
into the blur of darkened streets
my thoughts consumed
by the empty seat.
In the streetlight shadows
A glimpse, a face.
Glancing at the space I sit.
Are they looking at me?
Another street corner,
Another nighttime walker
looking at my weary face
as it swoops closer.
The wheels trundle through,
but inside, paranoia
is my only thought,
leeching onto my fear
and turning a screw
By the flickering light
that hasn't been fixed since
forever was a faint glimmer
in eternities eyes.
A sigh. Roadworks slowing
the speed to a crawl.
Drive past the school.
More kids here at nightfall
than during lesson time.
You'd think it would be
the last place they'd want to spend
their youthful evenings entertained.
The vast park, glowing bulbs
form a bridge of light
halving the two dark pools of night.
The pub, condensation
hiding revelry inside.
Gangs colluding
beside buildings,
frightful and looming.
Devilry at heart.
The railway station where love departs
on shadowy trains of night
and only tired pain arrives
along tracks that divide your internal countryside.
Into the darkest of nights.
Infused with the diamond
shine of shop window displays,
and street side lights.
Beside the roadside shrine.
Been there for years.
Barely noticeable by day.
The flowers change
with the seasons rains,
rotting and fading petals
flow in between distant tears
circling heavy drains until
the gurgling is all that you hear.
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