I wish we could go back there, to that one time,
When it was you and I in the city at night,
Talking beneath the light of the moon.
When I felt freely and fully alive.
When you first asked to kiss me before striding out of sight.
And we laughed and listened,
exchanging stories of two souls in a past life,
before they knew what the other was like.
When your blue eyes and seamless smile momentarily erased my fright
in their effortless warmth and wonder.
And I walked away, high in flight but utterly terrified.
I was falling.
Trying with all my might to halt.
I never wanted anyone more than I wanted you that night.
And you wanted me too.
So I would fight to stay by your side,
Which is strange and foreign to my independent type.
Never thinking upon speaking that you were someone I would actually like,
Let alone allow to wreak strife all over my mind.
But lets forget the fact that for now you are gone
And simply go back to that one time,
When it was you and I in the city at night.