In the sparse night sky, only the black cat's eyes are visible
The orange night light catches a glimpse of the green leaf's teardrops
Alone, I do not see your shadow
The early morning streets, park benches
The lingering warmth of the ground, the touch of the handrail
The wild grass by the road, an indescribable fragrance
Unconsciously stepping into this dance of loneliness
Look back
That person, perhaps just behind the utility pole
Perhaps gazing from the treetop
Or maybe, he is nowhere to be found
Hidden deep in the closet
Waiting for a kiss on a night like this