Asphalt, Silence

I’ll come inside when the asphalt gets cold

When the cars all settle into silence

Headlights bouncing off overpasses

Sidewalk rough and comforting

We are far from ourselves

Moving like ghosts through a workday and a meal and a hazy binge of social media

We exist in boxes

Metal and glass and square edges

I see you there

You see me too

Waiting to be seen through the window

To be beckoned outside

To lie on the asphalt

Cars fall silent

Lights go out

Ground grows cold