I would love to dowse for you

and what if today you see your skyline pinned down by lampposts carrying tiny luminosities, and you notice your sky, and the colors are retreating to a corner of this city, and what if your horizon is crooked, and you are in a bus sharing silences and love

songs with strangers, and I will never leave you makes so much sense, and what if you’re being pulled to your stop, and you see a friend from elementary, and hello, and wow I really wish we could chat, and you go down, and this is the city, and the night yawns you need to get home, and the electric wires lead everywhere, and what if head down you see leaves like dead skin on scarred streets, and yes you can kiss the pavement

for containing starlight, and your home is just around the corner, and windows hold silhouettes and secrets, and a story is in your head