I remember walking, one side of town to the other

Alone one night in January... or February

It's like in an old movie from some other land

It lasted for hours

Only streelights
And the grating of gravel in pedestrian subways

I remember some trees which stood black and naked

Weatherbeaten hollows of snow
With sparse lumps of ice,
Been scraped off by the wind alone

And on the stairs before I left
One of the girls had surprisingly given me a kiss

Stung in the cold long after