The lights outside were cold, anonymous bends, pointing fingers of neon. The drunkard tripped and found hands, leaden, anchored on pavement. The lights were blinking out as the song ended and the drunk found purchase on hands and knees. Shifting weight and wavering sighs marked the transition from crawling to standing.
A few blocks with no light, no song, and the keys scratched left and right, up and down against the door.
His note to her, as empty as her apartment now.