As kids we'd chalk our house on the street
  and pretend to be grown ups, kissing and fight,
  what we saw in our parents married not buried.
  We smoked cigarettes and had happy hour night.

  We entertained our friends and drank and fretted.
  The women gossiped and we men talked tomorrows.
  We all grew bored and decided to never grow up.
  Rain erased the chalk. We'd glimpsed the sorrows.