During this silent, refreshing, night, The moon shines down upon us. It creates a spotlight, As if we’re putting on a show, But it’s only us who are watching. Our hands are entangled within one another One of mine on your waist, and yours on mine, We sway with the gentle breeze. It’s just us here; No one to ruin this moment. In the blink of an eye, The wind suddenly picks up Goosebumps appear on my skin. We hold on to one another tight; Not wanting to separate. The wind howls, hisses, and leaves cuts on my face. The trees become more violent Turning into monsters that propel sharp sticks into the air. The cold hurts me, My skin has adopted a red hue. Yet, I still hold onto you with all my strength. Looking into your eyes, The color of the perfect cup of coffee Drains from them. What looks back at me, Is dirt that holds dead grass. Your grip loosens from my hand, And you are whisked away with the wind.