Clouds of your breath
twisting in the night sky;
your freezing hands
tucked deep in your jean pockets.
Your face illuminated
by the dim lights
at the back of a brick building,
after the band's clasped their guitar cases
and the crowd broke a part,
took shelter in warm cars.
As we stand wordlessly
in a group of mutual chattering friends;
and you're just a stranger.
YOU ARE READING
A Bridge Between Minds
ŞiirA series of poems describing the relationship with my boyfriend, beginning with the first night we met.
