Chasing Lights

(In which feeling – and not seeing – means knowing.)

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An avenue of neon lights

Millions of tiny sparks.

In the dotted landscape

Your fitful light shines.

I wonder why I continue to gaze

At your insignificant brightness.

Static.

Charming.

Mystic.

Numb.

And like a stranded traveler, embarrassingly helpless

I stood transfixed in this ever-growing distance.

Photo Source:

Street Lights