Night

The aroma of freshly fallen rain fills the air. A warm wind blows softly, creating gentle, soothing music as it tickles the chimes hung here and there around the neighborhood. Stars twinkle brightly, sprinkled between the clouds that float across the sky.

I stand on the porch as I did with you almost a year ago now. Then, your presence alone brought comfort to the troubled thoughts in my mind. The scent of your cigarette burning slowly felt like home. No words needed to be spoken to convey the messages hanging thick in the air. That night, you stayed beside me as the me I buried deep inside my subconscious cried itself to sleep thinking only of its troubles and the me I allowed you to see drank heavily of your presence and allowed itself to become intoxicated with happiness.

Tonight, as the sounds and scents bring back a night I've treasured in my memories, I find myself wondering if there will ever be another night like it. This time just two people sharing a beautiful night, sharing the silence, sharing thoughts without speaking, sharing a friendship blossomed into an almost fairy-tale love that needs a simple smile more than the vocalizaton of the feeling...

April 23, 2001