The Last Light

Wandering around,

thinking,

remembering.

Walking down the street

under the darkness of night,

the silence of late evenings.

It comes to this —

me, myself, and my shadow.

A dim light glows at the end of the street.

I walk toward it.

It starts to haunt me.

What is this light?

No one is around.

My footsteps echo on the stone road —

one, two, three…

why am I counting?

I want to reach the light.

Forgot about you, forgot about me —

all I want now

is the light at the end of this street.

I lift my eyes.

The yellow lantern flickers

above an old, forgotten house.

I can’t look away —

it trembles in the dark,

a small heartbeat of the night.

The stone street, the old house,

and the yellow lantern light —

a forgotten corner of life.

I am the only one here,

with this flickering light,

in the quiet, hidden part of the world —

always me, myself, and I.