In the evening when the sun is low and casting the pink of days end into the sky
when the lights first come on in the street
and the lights seem bright and warm with welcome
You think how pretty everything looks bathed in the light
what a change it is after a bright day.
You walk quickly down to buy a drink
before the stores close
and you see the day go and the dark settle in comfortably.
Where are the people you thought would always be your friends?
They are a long way away, working, settling down with their families
you are still in the old neighborhood
but you know everything and where it all goes
you were happy for the first years, slowly it’s changed
now, it feels a little small, sometimes as you fall asleep
you fell the depression of everything being the same and unchanging.
You think about your job and it starts to seem boring and what will you do
in ten years time if it is all the same?
But right now
as you walk down your street
to buy a drink
and the sun is glinting the last minutes off the top of the buildings
the streets are dark
you remember when you were seventeen and every night was love
every night was fun and lights, and you remember the first time your hand explored her waist
you can still feel how soft and warm she was, just like the night
when you were seventeen.
Put the dollar across the counter and pick up the orange drink
let the cool glass fill your hand and thank old man Raheed
(he’s been working there a long time too)
and smile, walk back into the street and listen to the music as it comes down from the second floor
of the old cafe. Above the dark blue sky
fills with stars.
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