Where We Forget the World
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We step out,
just us,
and the night.

The moon is full,
bright enough
to see each other clearly.

No music—
just the breeze
and our footsteps.

You take my hand.
We don’t speak.
We don’t need to.

We move slowly,
finding a rhythm
that feels like home.

A turn,
a laugh,
a small misstep.

Nothing perfect,
but it doesn’t matter.

It’s ours.

The world feels far away,
like it’s paused
just for this.

We stay there,
under that quiet light,
a little longer than we should.

Not thinking ahead.
Not looking back.

Just here,
together,
in the middle of the night.

By Paul Baldry (Long John)