What...? 

What paths are your feet going to seek tonight?

Whose sleep will become your own?

Whose dreams will you peep into? And what life will you take away?

What will the asphalt tell you? What will the tarmac whisper?

Will the trees crowd around you conspiratorially? Or will they sway to the lullabies of the wind?

Will you find fleeting companionship in distant stares or will icy gazes, burning with desire, meet yours?

Who will you walk with tonight? Will it be your shadow, an echo of your talisman, or will it be unassuming strangers?

What will your eyes see? Will they see what you've been seeking for days?

Or will they skim over the familiar and unfamiliar alike, turning it into the mundane?

Or will they work their magic and turn the mundane into the impossibly fascinating and questionably real?

Will your hands respond as quick as your mind does? Will the street seize your heart?

Will you melt into the shadows or create new pools of light?

Will you run with the dogs tonight? Will they fall in step with your low whistle?

Will you hear the soft music emptying from the drains? Will the faint melody of a song supposed to keep someone company, catch your ears?

Will you suddenly close your eyes and listen to the city breathe almost imperceptibly?

Will you share someone's midnight meal? Will you help light someone's meagre fire?

Will the street humble you tonight? Or will it swell with your humility?

Will you sit by the curb and share someone's life? Will you tell them about yours?

What will you choose to share first? Will you talk of love? Will you talk about longing?

Or will you talk about your life, wrapped around your wrist?

Will you see the city rise sleepily at dawn, like a many-eyed behemoth?

Which song will you sing to the dawn?

And which song will the dawn give to you?

What are you living tonight?

I wish I could see your night,
I wish I could walk with you awhile.

You and I personify distance. But the world does not understand what kind.