Remorse, Regret, and Those Things I Cannot Forget

First Night Out

The bitter wind that bites our fingers,
And the twigs that snap beneath our feet,
Remind me that this place is new.
I squint away from the glaring lights,
My eyes too shy for their glimmer,
And my feet too sore for their shoes.
We share a home, and so a life,
And although each stroll is our own,
We walk together.