t h e n i g h t

i sit on the porch late into the night with him

strumming the guitar and sipping drinks.

feeling desperate to capture the moment

it’s dark. it’s late. no lights.

i want to capture it.

the shadows. the darkness.

miss june on the steps keeping watch.

the stillness. the crickets.

i want to freeze these reminders

that life is quiet.

life is good.

life is ours.