Streetlights―DareenSami

Like a streetlight,
I saw the path
I was supposed to walk
under your guidance.
Like a streetlight,
you led me from a place to another
in complete silence.
like a streetlight,
You saw through the empty part of me
and showed me how it brightens.
But as a streetlight,
you’d disappear with no sign.
My eyes would search for you
any glimpse of you that I could find.
Then you’d come back again
with the light of a thousand stars
promising to leave me blind.
You see,
you are a lot of things
present and absent
cruel and kind
Infact,
you are all of them
combined.

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