Cold Nights & MoonlightA Poem by CG
On a worn-down, wooden, picnic table at an empty
park on a March night is the night that I'll never forget.
We had our warm coffees to contradict the cold air
that enveloped us. We sat near the river together, you
staring at nothing in particular, just over the water,
into the lands of another country, while I stared at
you in amazement, wondering how something could
be as lovely as you are. We spoke few words out there
in the calm night. I enjoyed the silence, as the air filled
the cracks of our tight lips, erasing the awkwardness from
our time together.
I fixed my sight onto the water, as it ebbed and flowed
towards Downtown, as it made it's way elsewhere, not
caring that I was the happiest man on the planet that
it was resting on.
The moon's light was enough for me and I would've
sat there with you until the sun took it's day shift. I
would've sat there with you until both the sun and moon
decided that their time was up and bid their final farewell,
leaving Earth to fend for itself. I would've stayed there
forever with you, as long as it meant that I was with you.
But you said that it was getting late and that you were
getting cold, so we made our way back to your car. I was
trying to build up the courage to grab your hand and
intertwine your fingers with mine, but my adolescent
brain couldn't find it in itself to do so.
I never stopped beating myself up about that.
We opened our doors and locked our seat belts in
place. The car started and the heat blasted from the
vents. The warmness from the heat matched the
warm feeling you instilled inside of me.
You pulled up in front of my house and we hugged.
It was a nice hug, a long hug; the last hug.
I got out of the car, into the cold, and that's exactly
where you left me:
out in the cold.
That's where it has been all of these years. I've been
looking for it so long and it's been gone since that night.
It was on that night that I left my happiness on a
worn-down, wooden picnic table, only hoping
that you'd pick it up and hold on it.
That's exactly where you left it.
© 2012 CG