the tank is always near empty, but I'm not going that far

The city became the stars and there's no one left to tell

I've written many notes when the clouds were low
and I would talk of the shimmering roads
sleek lights, black mirror street heights,
the secret places—I'd tell her that no one else knows.

At midnight and above my city's plight
I choose the hour when there's no one else in sight.
I crack the windows, a chilled stillness blows
and I tell her it's a place nobody knows.

     The blue hues that won't dim
      they stay lit and glow within,
       but outside the dust puffs rise
        red lamps behind and starlit skies.

It's been years and there's been no sound
no sharing of fears or laughs out loud,
the seat is empty—its been quite lonely around
and there is nothing there
except for a city—and a glassy view of my town.