Day 968 - Night Life

I picture you there,
In that red sweater you wear,
Walking along cobblestone streets,
Laughing, enjoying the scene,
Mannequins staring under city lights,
Orange ash glowing in darkness of night,
A quick stop for a pint (or two),
Conversation amongst a friendly few,
You're pretty smile warming all hearts,
Perfect insults flying like darts,
You push the empty glasses aside,
Out the door with a crooked stride,
Walking back home to the railway square,
You're loving man waiting for you there,
Commence iPhone chats from the toilet seat,
Stories abound from the night's retreat,
You crawl awkwardly under the covers of bed,
Falling asleep, you steal my heart all over again.