SF November NIGHT Poem

Walking down the street dragging my feet
It was a crisp November night
My eyes close and I’m back in the moment with you
Dark city streets loud traffic sounds
You holding my hand
The night air pulls us closer as the breeze picks up and binds us together
Every now and then I find myself thinking about that night
You said I was like no one you’ve ever met
And that’s when I knew I’d never let you go