Nights

Some nights unlike other nights,
are meant to be spent away from home,
bike rides and yellow street lights,
warm hands and cold face, feeling the breeze and wishing you could fly. 
Some nights, unlike other nights,
are of 3AM hunger pangs,
under another roof, another sky,
at someplace you feel like home,
with some people, you call family.
Some nights, unlike other nights, 
are made of random conversations,
listening to a radio playing 80s classics,
a paintbrush, canvas and wild imaginations.
Some nights, unlike other nights, 
remain a fragment of your memory, that you wish never passed, because some nights are unlike other nights.