I like to walk late at night
weaving between skyscrapers
as if I’m in the empty chest cavity
of a concrete skeleton.
Eventually I head for home and
I pass this looming grand hotel
looking up at the rooms that are
still lit after midnight and
I wonder if it is someone alone
in a hollow hotel room ribcage
waiting for a yesterday that is
never coming back.
I want to ask them
if they will walk with me
until we find ourselves in a tomorrow
that does not care about
any of our last nights or regrets.