the energy of that one night
still propels me forward.

it was a night different than the others,
and yet still something was still the same.

there were less drinks,
because we wanted our memory in tact.

we didn't need the music, the booze,
we only needed one another & our laughter.

each person holds a memory-
her fingers,
his impressed laugh,
her sad, sweet smile,
his courage to chug it all,
her voice from afar,
and him being okay in the end.

we all dream
of nights like that.
when everything just seems right.

I'll never forget it,
for it was a night run on
the fuel of love,
nothing more & nothing less.