Just a quick scene

Alone, under a street light

The moon is missing from this scene.

Cigarette stuck on the lip,

Oddly tastes like antibacterial soap

Or formaldehyde that stains my fingertips.

The damn cup holder keeps vibrating.

Seconds, maybe hours slip by -

A subtle thief of life.

Feral cats live outside.

From our filth, one is wandering

Beneath parked cars,

Finding the warmest engine.

Fast asleep, safe to dream

Until becoming aware that

We are alone, under a street light

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