Remembering the Nights

by Brianna G. Harte

Do you remember the nights

When I walked by your side,

Our hands close without touching?

The small space between them

No larger than a heart,

Never to get smaller most seasons.

 

Do you remember the nights

Filled with dance

When you held me gently?

Both of us a little nervous

Although the floor was ours,

And we didn’t think about others.

 

Do you remember the night

When the space between our palms

Became the size of a growing doubt?

Sometimes, I think about it all,

And maybe you look back too,

Wondering about what is ahead.

Copyright © 2017 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.

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