tomorrows

men with gloves cook lamb by moonlight
you are with me, beside me, around
charcoal smoke fills the tent
dusty and burnt sticks are crushed into the ground
the dull sound of the street from outside

the cold envelopes us
you are with me, beside me, around
tv light from apartments flicker inside windows
a police car, flashing colors, is parked ahead
dark shadows of bicycles are an illusion behind

I fall asleep to the sound of conversation
you are with me, beside me, around
a scarf wrapped about my neck
the warm inside air conflicts with the chill
the stairs sound hollow against our shoes

empty streetlights blink yellow
you are with me, beside me, around
headlights loom in the distance
lego-like buildings pass by, mere ghosts
a gas station glows in the night

a large padlock is wrapped around the gate
you are with me, beside me, around
the guardhouse is illuminated
my door opens quietly, unobtrusive
I settle into my bed, dreaming of tomorrows