Exploration

The streets are empty and the night is cold
My breath fogs up my glasses as it goes
I have known many nights that fit this mold
But something in the air this evening slows
The passage of the time. I cannot walk.
Each step seems stuck in amber. As I try
I stop. I think of how we used to talk
On streets like this, filling each other's eye
So that they seemed to fill, warming with smiles
The frigid air until our coats seemed wasted
Compressing into single strides whole miles
Savoring the joy that we had tasted
In sharing time. But now we are apart
And memory has stopped me by the heart.