Night

I call myself a night person
Which means I am your person
Or maybe that you are my person

My person softens my rough edges with their presence
Brings with them the evening breeze
Makes me feels like we should open that bottle of Rosé saved for a special day
Fills the silence with stories of the day gone by
Listens to my voice in the darkness as we lie staring at the ceiling

Night, I think you are my person.