DESTINATION

As my winter storm

blew

we talked

and summer returned

The dance

The loud music

and boisterous 

packed floor

electrified my memories

which I did not want to fade

as I walked

the streets 

returning
to my room

Wanting more

I retraced those steps

and there you

were

Did you zig

because

I zagged

Will you sing

the chorus

to my
destination