some nights

I'll catch myself looking out the window

and the car will pass

a streetlight,

the bright beam shining across the road.

the light hits my eye,

traveling down

until it reaches my heart

to greet the ghost

of my childhood wonder.

I can feel her

as I gaze into the night,

and no matter how different we are,

how different I've become,

the streetlights still look the same,

and I'll still watch them in awe

as they turn on

when the dark begins to flood in.