The city scares me when you're not here. It gets too dark, too quickly. There's a moment at around ten when all the workers leave and all the lights go out, and that's left to illuminate you are the electric street lights that hum with dark pulses and the flame at the end of your friend's cigarettes.
I have to follow everyone quick enough that I stay in the light, or else I can't see. I don't want them to go away like you did.
