On my street
under my lamppost
in my driveway
on the hood of my car
I wait.

I look down the street, lined with tall lights.
I squint and they glow brighter,
until I shut my eyes too tight
and see nothing but black.

I open them again, only slightly,
and the bright lights return.
But as I widen my gaze, their glow retreats
and darkness seems to overtake them.

Then my eyes are made to squint
by your lights coming down the street.
I open my eyes wide to make sure it is you.

And, to my amazement,
with my eyes open wide,
your lights grow larger,
shine brighter
as you approach,
and you illuminate
my entire street.