Midnight Memory Walk Poem by Hayden Walstrom

The night is calm
and the midnight chill is crisp.
I walk alone
on this...
familiar but foreign beach.
Memories of my past
flash before me.
These memories
of the joy and pain we shared.
But each one disappears in a cloud of smoke
as Claire De Lune plays repeatedly in my head.
I felt lost in all the things you had said.
All I really do at night is cry in bed.
But tonight...
I walk and enjoy those memories.