Free wrote 11/5/17

Walking alone at night from one instance in place to another

Is the newest revolution in the back of my mind

I go every night, no matter the weather

Just to find my place

And slowly

Unwind

The pink surpasses the purple as I look up to a ten o’clock sky

And I watch all the cars under the bridge go by

One side is headlights, the other red-lighted endings

Nothing could be purer- even if the night was pretending

To be what I need- a night away from it all

But I feel like it is just one big intense, huge stall

More tedious and boring than a six-am ritual

When smores pop tarts and juice are my pre-school habituals

And the path after the bridge is composed of gravel

As the need for passion in my life unravels

And I just listen to my headphones and walk

Under the willow trees, the shadows pass me and stalk

My pace- and I stride across a soccer field and see someone walk towards me

Only the brown of his light is the color I am able to see,

And the brown of his hair and his taller than me stature

And the way he caught my attention is the essential factor

And he passed me like a meteor almost hitting the Earth

Bu when I saw him that is when we went our separate ways

And that was the night when I gave birth

To living in the night as opposed to during the day