A November Night

By Gdub, on January 18th, 2008

As we stand outside the theater,
A circle in the cold,
Hands in pockets, shivering,
Our breath comes out like smoke.
Our lines of sight run parallel,
We don’t’ see each other’s eyes,
I’m feeling down, you turn around,
And start to say your goodbyes.
I realize maybe pain is good,
Better than feeling numb,
And second best to being loved
Is to know that you love someone.