Any Old Night

The streets are quiet
A stillness fills the air.
Walking back from where you’ve been.
Where you were the night before.
Laughter and friends,
Join together
Sometimes there are tears,
Break ups and harsh words
Not tonight though
It was one of those rare perfect nights.
The music still echoes
Swarming round in your head,
A soundtrack to the morning walk.
Familiar sights,
Mark the passing time
The journey home.
You see the milk float
And smile to yourself
Everyone has gone home.
The festivities are over.
The town is yours.
All yours. for now.
Enjoy the moment.
Soon it will wake,
You will have lost it again.

BileBeansYork

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