The warm nights
Have been lonely and the
Empty parking lot is just
A mirror held
On the other side of a window
That may as well be a wall.
I've watched
The midnight rain shoot down,
Drowning the plants that
Defy comfortability by
Nestling in the cracks of
The asphalt.
They live on,
Unphased, but I don't feel
So lucky.
The warm nights are better
When a barrier doesn't
Keep us away
From wasting our time
In the burning sun.