Tonight is the same sort of hazy, misty night as the one almost a year ago,
When we walked through the construction sites and took pictures of the beams the streetlights sighed into the darkness.
I think I'd like to walk again tonight, through the rows of corn
Searching for a bit of moonlight-
Or perhaps your star overhead,
Peeking from behind the low, rolling charcoal clouds.
I spend my time with you.
It is my decision.
You do not have to spend your time with me,
But neither can you keep me from this choice: to walk with you,
Whether you are there to steal the night's velvety light and hold it beneath your skin,
Or not.