A Clear Night in December
There is clarity,
in walking through our reality,
I’m in a hurry,
hoping to find you there.
I watched every person,
family, couple, single woman
walking through the
The streets were active,
the spirit of love in the air,
except alone I stood in the crowd.
I was waiting, hoping, wanting,
I wished for an interaction,
the possibility our paths might cross.
The night belonged to the active locals,
A quiet little borough, where I couldn’t find her.