Do you remember those blues?
That early twenties something:
revolt against the people that
you are growing up to become.
Do you remember the music
we played to keep us company
in those nights without purpose,
in those days spent drunk and
saluting the sun upon its demise?
Do you remember the letters
of sadness we sent back and forth,
relaying uncertainty in our little
sink-hole of neurosis and boredom?
I wonder when that stopped.
I wonder if I miss it sometimes.
Do you?