with every crunch of every fallen leaf, i am reminded of you

i bet your skin wouldn't be so golden, muted by the grays of autumn

i bet your eyes wouldn't be so bright, making it harder to find you as the days grow shorter

i bet you've found your way home by now, already ******* another nameless face

i bet you still have that stupid bandana, wrapped around your head with a case of beer in your hand

i bet you still think of those nights, hot sweat and my sunburnt skin

i bet you still have your opinions, winning arguments with your charm even when you are wrong

i bet you sweet-talk your way through school, with that little glint in your eyes you could get away with ******

i bet you can still feel me kick you under the table, and you can still feel my gaze

i bet you've forgotten the color of my eyes, though god knows i won't forget yours

i bet if we bumped into each other tomorrow, we'd go right back to being us

i bet you'll get a job in the board, working 9-5's and still never catch the disease of growing up

i bet when i walked away, you never even looked back

to say goodbye

Darling, it is all ruined
you've had your fun
but the lights are out
and it's done.
Even the drunkest souls
have drifted into sobriety,
the lost boys have all been found,
and Tink's light has just burned out.
So do me a favor
and stop clinging onto dying embers;
even when you take me home
I will still remember
this place, your face, and all of these adventures
but even those stars in your eyes
have been lost to the darkness.
For us, it is time to grow up.

She is warm blankets on a cold Sunday morning.
She is the reminder of better days to come on a Monday.
She is the late-night Tuesday jam sessions.
She is the unexpected "hello" on a boring Wednesday.
She is the cold coffee you grab on your way out the door Thursday.
She is the anticipation of the weekend on Friday afternoon.
She is the confidence lacing up your shoes for a Saturday night.
She is everything you want, and nothing you can have.