teenage torment that manifests itself in love and cigarettes
cause if you're not killing yourself in one way it's another
maybe evolutions made me cynical 
or maybe it's you
and now I've found myself at the park where I wrote my first poem
somewhere in the distance I hear the crickets singing your old harmony
something about losing all your friends but never losing me
something about the fear that hides between your atriums
my headlights shine on these trees night after night and I realize
how afraid you must truly be
of teenage fear that transcends age and comfortability and me
k.s.