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Feb 2017
Saturday evening and it's getting late
You're on your own two feet and smiling
Wishing your friend goodbye as you walk them home
They shut the door and you realize you're alone.

The darkness consumes the sky above
And the chilly wind whispers in your ears
As you start to turn to face the fears
Of the long journey home, it's a night to love.

Walking home you see the trees
They wave back and forward as if saying hello
The night lights in the sky and the street ahead
Make you feel comfortable as you stride forward.

Across the traffic bridge, you gaze over the ledge
Many cars drive by, vanishing underneath you
Taking a seat, feet hanging from the edge
"Can't help but just enjoy the view."
A poem not intended to rhyme, but just to present an evening image
Captain G
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