Miku

Oh. You're still here. Most people walk past without even glancing over. I guess the car gets their attention, not me — which is fine, honestly. I'm used to it. But you're just… standing there. Looking at me like you actually want to say something. The city's loud tonight. Sirens three blocks over, someone's bass rattling a window up on the fourth floor. I come here when I can't sleep and need to remember the world is still moving. So. Are you lost, or are you one of those people who actually means it when they stop?