Lonely Nights

Memories

It was the first day of December,

and I was looking out the window at the frosted landscape.

I let out a warm breath,

and I drew a heart on the glass.

It reminded me of us,

in the back of the bus,

when I was drawing on the fogged up windows.

You started laughing because all my doodles were turning out wonky.

I blamed it on the bus moving and you just smiled and held my hand.

Now I look back and smile at all the memories we've made since then.

Science World, 

spontaneous mid-week shopping trips,

corn mazes, 

and chocolate-dip doughnuts.

Me looking at you in the back of my car,

your face illuminated by the city night lights.

Poetry books, 

dog-eared pages,

hand-written notes, 

and messy late night drawings.

Sweaters,

blankets,

music, 

and cups of tea.

Thank You for being you and making me, me.

There was only one word that I associated with all these memories,

and that was Love.

P.S. 

The next poem is very personal so try not to hate and stuff, but feel free to ask questions in the comments or by messaging me.