Memories

the things i remember 
are not the ones you would think
the dark purple glow of the stairs
leading to an underground comedy club
low lighting and fallen ceiling in a crowded room
chairs and tables that hadn’t been changed since the 80s
crowding around a tiny cafe table with you, our friend and his flavor of the month
i don’t remember the act
you tell me it was bill burr
i don’t even remember the jokes
but I remember feeling joy
absolute joy
and laughter
i remember walking to the metro
being stopped buy a movie set
60s era cars racing through our eye line
like we’d traveled through time
i remember walking through the streets of D.C
lit up by democracy and capitalism but mostly i remember
taking your hand
and living for the moment

The Walk

His hand brushed mine ever so gently. 
Just enough to know he was close. 
My heart raced uncontrollably
 
My face disguised in the night. 
the shadows of the trees, 
the moonlit wisps on the walk. 
crickets sang out the tension, with only just one note. 
 
our fingers intertwined. 
his hand embraced in mine. 
 
the warmth of the night. 
of our skin, 
of my heart. 
exposed in just one time. 
 
He smiled without a word. 
Gently squeezed my palm
our lives forever changed. 
in that moment on the walk
-b.e.