the riverwalk.

Jazzy notes and harmonies hit my ears.
A perfect addition to the brisk winter air,
as we voice our hopes and dreams.
The city lights never looked as beautiful
as they do now.
A screaming ember glows red at our fingers' end,
crackling and hissing with every breath we take.
It's nights such as these that I hold tenderly
within the recesses of my memories.
But we know that as soon as this song stops
and your engine roars, this is over.
Back to our lives, back to the books,
a further reminder of why we strive to get out of here.