there would be different lights at your place

I don’t want

To talk about why 

I’m upset

So I’ll tell you about the lights 

On my ceiling

Instead

Keeping the curtains

Open

Stare at the night sky

The waning moon

I wish I had more

Reasons than you

To go outside but 

Right now I don’t

Hope that will change

Not for lack of wanting

Keeping the curtains 

Open

I’m letting the world in

Streetlamps

Grumbling cars

Stripes and rectangles 

Stretched and grey against the black 

There would be different lights

At your place

Less sound too

More quiet

Not sure if I would prefer it more