Lights on my street

So why did I seek the darkness,
the lonely street?
Where did I think I'd end up,
who’d did I think I'd meet?

Each day these streets
they are lit
as I pass their lanes,
soon hidden away and forgotten
in my forlorn shame.

There I am kept apart
in the shadows,
locked behind closed doors
where none follow.

But if I'd watched
turned my lights on,
I would have seen her!
Noticed that smile shinning on me
and seen these lights
on my street.