how easy

how easy it
is to go
into the night,
between
the shadows,
moving
quickly past
others
without a word
of farewell,
for all the words
have been said,
stepping
fast
through moonlight,
the puddles of street
lamps,
past the fountains
that still sing,
how easy it is
to live
a life and have
it casually go
away, like a
candle, blown out,
or are we like
the stars, still
there, just
unseen.