Midnight Paris

by Jennwren

I woke up this morning
particularly early.
Many thoughts ran through me—
a natural reflection
after hearing the night before
that someone had passed
before their time.

Rising from my bed,
I circled through the dim rooms
of the house.
A ritual,
performed to wake the mind
and body.

The night light caught my motion,
happy to cast
my long-form
as a shadow on the wall—
a sight
I secretly enjoy.

The terrace door stood open,
letting in a cool draft
beneath a waning moon.
I reached into the basket,
grabbed some clothes
for warmth.

Pulling on a sweater last,
I realized—
It was left unwashed
from a midnight in Paris.
His cologne
added to the mental portrait
of a beautiful memory.