just exist with me

and walk along the sidewalk.

it's cold out tonight.

yes, very cold.

let's take our hands,

now ball them into little fists-

where the knuckles are white

and the thin skin hiding your bulging tendons

feels neglected in the wind. 

and let's walk down that street,

the one with all the little houses and the two sidewalks.

the last time we were here it was summer.

there was a band playing in the garage,

and someone was eating a hot dog.

then a better band played,

and people listened,

and the sun went down.

but back then, the sun was bad at saying goodbye,

and it stayed watching, 

peering at us through branches,

until it was finally ushered away,

by hills and the horizon.

and now the sun gets bored of us easily,

and sidles away while were distracted,

early in the afternoon.

it gets cold when the sun is gone.

but we bundle up and we walk the same roads.

tonight there is no one on the streets.

doesn't it give you shivers?