Memory

And I remember the city by dusk-
colored lights in September,
walking the streets with
myriad strangers,
amazed at the stillness
of prairie all around us.

We had come like moths
drawn by this illumination
of night, curious and half-awake.
I looked into your eyes
and it was all I ever wanted.
and we were happy there, aglow.

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