So, The Streetlights

So, the streetlights pop to life, proper proud orbs of small artificial suns. So, the moon brushes the clouds aside, an evermore glowing centre stage in a darkening sky. So, the shadows behind your cheeks become deeper, your face transforming into a mask of hidden intentions.

So, my hands become cold, I plunge them into my pockets but still my knuckles tremble. I check my watch but the hands have stopped. I try to cover my face but my arms are equally frozen. So, the streetlights flicker and fade, this world losing life with an inhuman laugh.