direction

we walked out of the bar, headed to the blues club
it was raining, you were in a foreign city, and this was not in my neighborhood

scolding myself for not bringing an umbrella,
I held the door for you and your friend

we turned the corner, she lead us by a few steps
you seemed cold, but said nothing, and we walked close
side by side, our history only minutes old, we relaxed in the comfort
of each other’s imagined warmth, leaning ever so slightly toward our center

it was raining, you were in a foreign city and this was not in my neighborhood
neither of us knew exactly where the club was but I said ‘don’t worry;
i’ve been on this street before’