I’m sure my parents must notice the wall
I’ve built between us, brick by brick.
Is it any wonder they wonder
Why I clock in hours that turn into days
At the theatre, the school,
A plaza over I-95.
It’s true, I have work.
I know it, they know it.
We also both know (or hope)
It’s only for now.
One day I’ll come back
This summer, or post-college
Or at the time of a tragedy
And we’ll reunite
No matter what age
We’ll go back, step back to previous days
Walk on Atlantic Avenue again
Go out to dinner at the same restaurant
Watch Judd Apatow movies and laugh,
Together, not online.