Seven O'Clock

I left the office when the fluorescent still

hummed overhead like it always does,

but outside the streetlights had already

decided it was night.

The wet sidewalk held a small gold circle.

I walked through it, kept walking.

My phone screen showed the time

but I couldn't tell you when

the sky stopped being blue.

It must have been gradual. It must have

happened while I was thinking about

tomorrow's meeting, the thing I forgot

to mention, the email I should send.

The bulb above the circle swallowed itself.

Dark above it, completely dark,

and I'm still walking,

still not remembering the exact moment

I stopped being able to see

anything but what the light allows.