Night Shift Car Alarm

I'm walking and pacing, each foot in turn chasing the other one, racing across the dark lot. Somewhere, a car's screeching, my cranium breaching. Alone, it wails, reaching to me as I trot. No laughter, no talking, the next shift won't walk in; they're not due to clock in until the first light. Electronic wailing, across the lot sailing. Just screaming and failing, alone in the night. It's stolen? It's burning? No one is returning to check on the warning, so only I hear. Still, I could not stay, nor linger that day. I cried that same way, when I lost my dear.