the melody of midnights

drifts through lonely streets

around glowing halogen lamps

like a flitting songbird

bathed in sunlit dawns

as i close my eyes

during this lonely night walk

listening to this song

i hear

the chirps of crickets

delicate autumn flute

blending with the soft

rustling of fiery maple leaves

falling like tangerine sparks

as flickering streetlights

buzz and crackle

at overcast skies

i hear

the dripping of november rain

on paint flecked windowsills

puddles splashing underneath

as my boots crunch

on coarse muddy gravel

and distant ocean waves

crash on salt stained piers

echoes from the past

i hear

the old conversations

of starlit walks over

graveled park paths

the old dreams

whispered between breaths

warm in the cool night

staticky radio songs

drifting from abandoned cars

as i slump down alone

tears brimming my eyes

the music of the night

washes over me

trying to comfort me

a chorus of nightingales

of distant summers

singing away the loneliness

but the ghost of you

lingers in the air

the briny gales and salty air

broken memories of you

that i thought i left behind