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Summer

dont want to write about me so ill sit for a minute and tap the keyboard. maybe the stadium in town will have iron girders to climb on like we did when we were kids, i could sneak out at night from the comfort of my locked door and crumpled bedsheets and go on a midnight adventure, i could tap on your window and whisper excitedly against your ear that the night is alive and waits for us expectantly... youd grin like a child and grasp my hand, and we'd scurry hunched over past your parents bedroom window laughing into the warm december air... dreams everlasting of a year old fallen and stumbling... calling out to someone, no one... i drove past her parents place by the beach and crained a neck through the window seeing only large, overcrowded people and rooms i never want to be in, i couldnt see her though a car did pull up and my heart lurched wildly... the girl that got out had not the grace nor the subtlety of her and her voice, when she called out to the ones inside was harsh and unforgiving...i drove on, dreaming. id call her but what to say? it was years ago

aha and i did write about me after all...