Worse than Teenage Poetry

I watched
as the lights turned red then green and red again
as the cars and people rushed by
with busy motion and busy minds.
I listened to the evening sounds and
let the warm air make me feel like
i'm falling in love again.
I contemplated the sweetly lit trees,
comparing them to sweet summer kisses.
It reminds me of the words "pink midnight"
as i see your smile between glass doors.

This is no pink midnight,
no warm summer love.

This is you.
and i.
love.

Through rain
shine
winters
summers

and all the seasons in between,
the moments in between.

This is us, love,
remembering
how to be happy.