this poem jumps around a lot and is rather incoherent, I realized. but that in itself reflects my current state of mind
we played football in muddy fields at dusk
like kings of Suburban wilderness
and dinner plates.
under cement tunnels through urban rivers,
we ran in moonlight
and drank cartons of milk
on warm neighborhood nights,
now we pretend to still be that age,
talking trash in diners, staying up late
all night they still play video games,
walking to the movies at 1 a.m.
and finding plastic roses in the street.
We stood outside of his parents’ house
all our hearts grew a bit older
when he told us he’ll be married
and a father by June;
we won’t be running around
on open fields anymore.
and all my other friends have gone,
no more Denny’s 2 a.m.
or living with our mothers,
we now shed the light of dawn
and live in bright high noon,
fate’s rays beating down on our skin.
The people of our pasts
and the music never lasts,
we float in and out of reality.
some paths change in an instant,
some girls change you for forever,
some people end up in your arms
and some move on like distant stars…