The Streetlight

I stand at my window at night
Second floor, facing the street
A streetlight illuminates
The corner across the street
I used to stand on that corner
Watching the world
Pass me by
It’s half three in the morning
And the corner just shines
Like a spotlight on a stage
But the stage was empty now
The actors were the passing crowds
Each with their own story
The light comes in
Through the window.