old days


sweltering summers, we stayed inside
cool breeze winters, we rode our bikes at night
smoked cigarettes on the docks
and watched the pelicans pick up fish.
we stripped ourselves of sand and skin
buried in the salt dunes
black grains beneath our feet
and pebbles between our toes.

we drank because 
we thought it brave
spelling our names on our backs
shooting stars out of our mouths
we looked up
and shouted
about forever.

but see, that was a long time ago.
now the concrete is hot and 
the water is warm
now i spend my nights alone
on hammocks and under stars
falling asleep early
to the sound of the tide coming in.