“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
Originally part of a collaboration
It will always bring a smile to my face.