the asphalt beneath our feet become soaked,
with raindrops,

the unwelcoming clouds,
bellow with thunder.

yet,
here i stand,
warm & safe in your arms.

each noisy, splashing step we take,
turns into white noise,

along with the rest of the city.

with our hands tangled together,
we only look like any other couple in the crowd.

but to me,
as we enter the coffee shop,
and stand beneath the doorframe,
and listen as the bells chime,

i realize,
we are not just apart of the background noise.

because you are my world.
when we live in a world of black & white,
we are red.

time comes to a stand still,
and just for a second,
standing there,

we aren’t white noise in the city,

no.

we are infinite,
right here,
& i want to spend infinity with you.