Remember when we’d walk through the city,
bottles in hand,
music in our ears,
mischief in our hearts.

Dropped keys.
Dropped bombs.
Got lost.
Unparallel tracks, in sync.

Remember the nights I came—
counting:
fourteen.
Freedom in a number
met me again.

Photos of you sleeping.
Drawings under my bed.
Impressed by your shape—
thick shadows.
I see you,
I think.

Searching in pockets for nothing.
An empty pocket,
my treasure.

My eyes: full.
My hand: empty.
I’ve seen the park
at night.