‘Awake!’ I say, you tired bones.
Put down old memories, thoughts, and phones.
Phones we used to talk on with wires.
Hiding in bathrooms with dreams and desires.
A house full of everything but privacy there.
Yet love was bountiful in the air.
Time was squandered and dashed away, but I will never regret the friendships, the play.
We’d dance about in frilly attire as vinyl albums sang through the wire.
Invisible strings, percussion, and drums.
No one could calculate all that it sums.
For those are the good times, the layers that last; like pancakes stacked to an everlasting past.
Heart beats loud with memory glows; rivalry cast to long dark shadows.
Yet, when I look back it is tough to move forward; my legs get sticky and my heart pounds harder.
Somehow my body creeps out of the haze; slowly I move to get busy with days.
Move on, I shall, but I’ll always remember; big dreams and laughter with old clock and new calendar.