nighttime

by john valley

quiet

you could hear a spider walk

in the night air the crickets chirp and a breeze rustles the leaves
in nearby trees

the streets are
empty

the parking lot stands in pools of light, still and devoid of movement except for the dance of insects near the lamps

time is stopped and I have no faith that it will start again or that the light will ever come

I do not see you, and in this timeless dark

how can I ever find you again