take me back to the night we met,
before the clock struck twelve and 
the church bells chimed a familiar tune 
in an unfamiliar place. 
and who would’ve known and 
who would’ve thought – that 
a night with zero expectations 
will give birth to a hundred nights more.

so take me back, to a time 
where the night was young 
and we were younger.
when the sun shone brighter and 
the birds sang louder,
when the flowers bloomed and
the city glistened – a fiery explosion
of orange and magenta, burning
in the sunset’s wake.

now the leaves are falling and
the seasons are changing. 
but who can we blame 
for the passage of time?
when the earth is still spinning
and the sun is still shining, maybe 
all that I need is knowing and 
hoping that the world around me
will never be fading.