Somewhere We Belong

Somewhere…

In a cold town
We would roam the narrow streets together
Sit by the road, upon the cobblestones
And gauge the faces of perfect strangers
Who would respond with half a smile
Reminiscing of some obscure memories
In their own forgetful brains
We would watch the dense fog
Rising from the surface of some ancient lake
We would huddle ourselves closer
In a futile bid to conjure warmth in our dew wet clothes
So the warmth of our bodies
Could compete with the warmth of our hearts
We would sit there for long silent hours
I, mesmerized by the dew drop on the tip of your nose
Your brazen cheeks rubbed by the sandpaper wind

Not in a hurry to reach anywhere
For we would have already arrived.