A City of Bright Lights

"Only when the sun goes down and the moon comes out do I feel alive," I speak softly looking up at the sky, at the bright lights.
"I want to die right here right next to my city, right below my stars" my whispery tone is barely audible unless very close.
"You know, maybe if you waited for these stars to leave the sky you could find one even brighter, one that greets you warmly" I smile at the small pun and close my eyes.
"Maybe I already have."