Streetlights hum above the quiet street,
Casting gold on pavement and passing feet.
They flicker like stars pulled down to Earth,
Whispering stories of joy and worth.
Each light feels like a memory aglow,
First kisses, long walks, and moments where time feels slow.
They make me think of waiting alone,
Forced to deal with the inevitable unknown.
The teenage nights of whispered songs,
Wondering whe...
