the streetlight

Under this streetlight

I wait for you

maybe I know you'll never come

but I'll stand here until my legs give out

and turn to dust

because I can't forget

the way you can

what's funny is 

the darkest part of the night

is the darkness around the light

I'm afraid to walk out

from the streetlight

I don't know what awaits me

in the darkest part of the night

what's sad is 

I'm starting to think that

I might as well forget

the way you did