It was a night like this,
our first,
my first,
when my heart fluttered.
I felt loose and fell against the door frame.
A night like this,
with it’s crisp stillness and crunching underfoot.
With it’s haloed moon and sea of frothy clouds.
It was so cold, all I could feel was you.
In this yellow light, everything was eschewed.
Maybe that’s a reason.
But you put your head on my shoulder and your hand in mine.
I cannot help but think.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 