On a night of December,
A night he remembers,
A night of long walks,
A night of memorable talks.
Of coffee in the cafe at the corner,
Where he often returned as a wandering loner,
Of co-incidences many, that happened that night,
Of the last good-bye, under the street light.
And so he comes out of his thoughts,
That night is over, so are those walks,
Moving on from the night he remembered,
On a random night of December.
