Eternal Night

Some placeshold nightbefore the sun is gone.A sealed doorway.Old letteringunder newer rain.A blanket foldedaway from the wet.A cup kept dry.A person arranginga few things carefullybeneath an overhang.Traffic passes.Eyes forward.The camera comes up.Then down.No photograph.No note.Nothing to solve.Stayed across the streetuntil the rain softened.Another person stopped too.No rescue.No spectacle.Just two peoplerefusing to look away.For a little whilethe darkness had company.