Every night, right before midnight, when another long day is done and the whole world is sleeping, I leave our house on the cliff and head down to the beach. As my bare feet hit the soft sand, still warm from a day in the heat, and my lungs take in the cool night air, it reminds me of the moment I first met you.

Not sure if its a poem but its something.

I am the man who you met at the party. The one you talked with, laughed with, the man you went home with. I am the man you chatted with all night on your couch, the man who didn't touch you.