riding towards the light
to unfinished concrete
and soft grass.
that one cement seat
for rain and filth
we sat and wished
of riches, women, and fame.
as it set past the land
we wished of love,
understanding,
and parents that never fought.
it was always the same
frustration, hope and fear.
it was never the same
hormones, sex, and anticipation.
riding away from the
purple and orange.
hoping and dreaming.
we had sat upon the concrete
and knew that was our
haven.
to wish, to dream, to imagine.
a secret shared.
a hope confided.
a future dreamed.
I sat at home.
looked to the sky
ignored my life,
and knew.