i was on my best friends bedroom floor
staring into the darkness
listening to her even breathing and
the creatures outside that inhabited the summer night
with stiff carpet digging into my freckled cheek
and i realized
that this was something different
once again,
this was something different
the way you said things
was something different to me
that meaningless converstations held more weight in my head
than french vocabulary (because i failed that quiz, but i would ace the one made up of things you told me on those late summer nights)
and maybe that firefly was signaling a future
a chance
a chance i need so badly again
that maybe all those jokes
were meant to be written in stone on a statue in a field
somewhere dedicated to all we were
and all we could have been
that maybe
maybe
maybe
we will be something again
(i can only hope)
that that light in your eyes finds the light inside mine
and that it works
it keeps working
that these times dont last forever
that we keep
going
together
not i as in seperate,
i
as
in
you and me
together.