Midnight around me,

silence of my room,

all my belongings,

everything I am

nearby and counted,

there isn’t a lot of

gray area,

only the quiet noise

of a soft melody.

I can imagine

soft footsteps,

a sail around

a banister,

white linens

and a smile.

This was an

afterthought

later on down the road,

when she would

again remember

that time in

a winter’s night

when love did reach out,

holding our passions in hand.