late night runs to the 7/11 with those kids you’d stay up all night waiting for the sunrise with. in the parking lot, you’d sit on the curb and drink slurpees, but not feel satisfied, in fact you’d feel kind of empty. and you realize; they’re leaving, ready to go on their own journeys without you. they’ll be having midnight adventures, driving around the downtown streets of philly, singing the music you love, and talking about the girls they used to love. in their dorm rooms, you know they’d pass around a joint or a beer bottle and talk about the bad times they had in high school and the good people they met there. maybe your name would come in passing, but never anything more than a slip off the tongue. the idea of them forgetting you hurts, but you laugh because you realize they’re still standing here with you. and that’s what should matter right now.