Afterlight

We're just sparks without a fire, learning how to misbehave.
Don't wait the dawn; don't break the glow.
Some things survive by letting go.
We're the afterlight, burning after the flame.
No one knows our colors, no one knows our names.
Take the sky apart, leave the dark behind.
If tomorrow comes, it won't know where to find us.
Glass reflections blur the avenue; neon rain is falling without sound.