Late nights are always the best nights.
Sitting on the trunk of a car,
As two shirtless guys ran screaming around the parking lot.
Watching an adorable couple walk out to their cars together.
Dreaming and wishing that we could be like them.

Talking for hours,
In a high school parking lot, on a Saturday night.
Who does that?
Sharing our feelings and hopes and dreams.
I felt so safe.
I can't believe I didn't know this before.

How have we gone this long not knowing how we are exactly the same.
I wish I had more time with you.
I hope, more than anything, that it's not too late.
Because I need someone who understands me the way you do.

Something special happened today.

On my drive to school, I saw something I thought had disappeared long ago:
Dry Pavement

I don't think you understand.
It's 24˚ and I'm wearing shorts.
It's a like a heat wave.
And that's 24˚ Fahrenheit, not Celsius.

I haven't seen anything green in four months.
Seeing grass on the side of the road is a simple miracle.
It whispers to the greater things that are yet to come.

As the sun shines through my bedroom window,
I think that maybe, just maybe,
Everything will be alright.

Today the world stopped spinning.
It slowly came to a stop as the time counted down to zero
And the ball didn't find it's way through the orange circle.

What were we supposed to do?
We marched passed those who stopped our world, with tears streaming down our faces.
We made the longest walk back to the locker room together unable to hold back our sobs.

We sat in silence because who knows what to say in moments like these.
Even our stone-cold coach was unable to conceal the tears streaming down her face.
Four years of work came crumbling down and there was nothing we could do to pick up the pieces.

For the last time, I unlaced my ankle braces
and threw my beat up toxic-smelling shoes in my bag
and embraced the girls who had become my family.

You see, for some, it's just a game,
But for me, it was my world.
So today, the world stopped spinning.

I don't know what I'm doing here.
See, my friend said it's a crime to be on hello poetry
And not to post an attempt at a rhyme.
But that's the best I've got
Because I'm content to sit and just read
To sit and just be.