it is in these hours
the world feels like mine
i can hear the engine of a car far away
i can see the lights of someone who forgot to turn them off
toys left out, waiting to be enjoyed in the morning
a cold breeze washes over me
as if it were scolding me for disappearing for too long
kissing my cheeks in recognition
old friend, oh how I've longed for you
familiar stars look at me with curios...
