A lonely street lamp flickers
with no one to see.
No one to watch,
the formation of dewdrops,
the gathering of blue mist,
the melancholy of silence,

agony,

despair.

A living ghost walks
in the midst,
bright, good,
forgotten, ignored.

And the lamp illuminates,
a flooding of light,
elves in the night.
They notice,

but she is gone.