I stand here at the hotel window

And look down on a mostly empty street

All Lit up under a mostly cloudy moon.

I can’t believe how desolate it is now;

A few years ago, this place was booming.

This street would have been one big

Party on a Saturday night back then,

And, regretfully, I would have been one

Of the drunkest of the party-goers.

Now, those days are a blurry memory.

Tomorrow there’ll be plenty of folks

Down there on the street, shopping

And greeting each other seasonally,

But tonight it’s so dead, the only thing

Changing is the one lonely traffic light.

I must admit, it makes me feel a bit

Lonely too, but at least I’m not drunk.

–Photo by me