i want to see what you see.

pink horizons in the middle of the night...

 and thousands of shadows

dressed in tacky white suits

standing on the tops of buildings in time square. 

not asking for anything. 

there's a mirage of green drops 

where tears should be.

but instead there's a smile.

because they can feel what you feel. 

you see

blinking lights on a parking garage at 4 am 

and full illumination in the building next to it.

i see

one light.

and an empty, dark apartment building.