Night

The night was dark and cold.

The mist hung in the air like regrets as the world spun by 

faster and faster

 than the thoughts that grounded me. 


Golden music flowed in my mind and kept me solid and alive. 


I understood that some things happen for a reason. 

Sadness sometimes creates beauty and crafts love.


Despair brings a sick happiness that 

fuels our want to find the meaning of breathing. 

 

The night started out with tears and a silence that we both felt beating 

a death that could not be salvaged.


People surrounded us but I have never felt 

more alone as they cheered and shook their arms 

and drank and smoked.

I felt alone next to you and next to them.

I couldn’t fake a smile and I felt anxious 

as I listened to the music and 

urged myself to enjoy before it was too late.


Away from the crowd, my love had room to grow and 

I remembered myself. 


There, alone, and yet surrounded by so many happy people, 

I kept falling in love with you.

I would look away and think of the air as the future: humid and hazy.

But I would look back at you and 

feel the warmth grow on my skin as 

I fell in love like you fall asleep: 

slowly at first and then all at once.

The music still searched itself within me and 

gave me the feeling of eternity 

as I lay there in your arms, believing we were infinite.


It was the music that created a hope within us.

In those last few hours, I remembered you and I remembered us. 


I felt crazy and hypnotized by the desire happiness brings:


The desire to love you every day and every moment. 

The mystery of one night burns within me 

even as many more nights pass by 

and the sun and the moon trade places 

like we’ll trade hearts and people. 

Some moments bring gold while others bring memories. 


You are my golden memory: untarnished by age and faces.

Author's Note

"There's a little something in everyone that not a single person understands"

*The two phrases in italics are quotes taken from The Faults in Our Stars and Perks of a Being a Wallflower. I do not claim them as mine.*

Reviews

[M.E.Lyle]

Your work keeps getting better and better. Funny how we can feel so alone in a crowd. Funny also is wondering if the person you're with is feeling the same thing. Love certainly does funny things to people. The sad part is, love changes as time passes. Sometimes it grows stronger and sometimes it simply fades away.
Great write.

[Kelley Quinn]

Thank you so much! You're very kind (:

[Richard]

Wow. I was listening to a song that synced up really nicely to this poem ... like the instrumental version of the poem ... what I mean is this is really nostalgic and beautiful in every way, I really enjoyed that.

[Kelley Quinn]

Thank you! What song were you listening to, if you don't mind me asking?

[Richard]

Um, well it was an instrumental sort of thing .. I don't remember now ha
but it was really nice..

[Kelley Quinn]

I'm glad it went well with the poem (: