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.