it’s one of those nights
when we decide to give in
and sack off the cleanse –
two friends
with enough rum to feel
sore tomorrow
you’ve still got paint on
from where you’ve touched
your forehead and cheek –
it’s midweek
it cracks when you laugh
and drink
I remember you as you were
when we’d stay up smoking
wiping a CD on your jeans –
just fifteen
we’d talk about where we’d
go together
doesn’t tonight feel almost like those
and still not quite the same as before
when we’d sit, sentries of dawn –
and yawn
sleeping long past the birds and
the sun
I ask if it’ll ever be like it was
when we were kids, and you
smile and don’t say a lot –
probably not
then we laugh and we don’t
know why
and now it’s one of those nights
when we sit and remember
and pretend we’re not blue –
it’ll do
but I’ll never forget being young
with you
