Poetry

Fury Of Us

“And the night, the night will always be
the time I remember you.”

The night was alive with the fury of us.
Our wild eyes — always hungry
for something more,
never pretended to be anything
other than real — told the stories
no one else ever wanted to hear.
But you did.
And so, we filled the night
with our true selves.
We brought light to the stars
and connected the dots.
We lived, when the rest
of the world was sleeping.
And the night, the night will always be
the time I remember you.

© Sarah Doughty
2016
Originally part of a
collaboration with
@footsteps.of.my.namesake.

It will always bring
a smile to my face.

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