creative writing 1

Its nights like this that I think of you,
when I remember your voice, your smell.
Its nights like this I wish you were here,
holding me close and whispering in my ear.
Its nights like this, where there is no sound but the wind,
and no light but the stars.
Its nights like this when I remember you the most,
when I think back to that special time.
Its nights like this when I close my eyes,
I take a deep breath, and escape. 

This came to me the other night when I was walking out to my car. . .just had the time to write it down now.  Hope you like it.