We walked around the city
With the stars and the moon and the summer breeze
Though my legs tired and emotions fried
I let you lead me on every single time

You were familiar yet so different
A breathe of fresh air before things turned green
The little things were all that mattered
And here they were all I could remember

How I loved how you hated your bouncy hair
When you ran your fingers, they seemed to smooth and flair
How I enjoyed you getting annoyed when you didn’t get what you wanted
Pouting like a raven-eyed child

You’d say you were okay
But I have known you better than that
Like how you obsessed with decoding replies
When mostly they didn’t mean a dime

You were always in a rush
Never applied to getting sweets
Where the longest line in lane 81
You were patient to deal with wasting time

It was fine, though
For a moment, it appeared like nothing counted
Except the squeaking of carts
As though possessed by a thousand ghouls

We laughed
We had fun
We had the summer high
You told me ‘bout your plans
Never bothered telling you mine

I wanted every second of you
Not just the several hours you could spare
More than the shared meals
More than the time in lane 81

With you, everything looked to simple
But playing games didn’t make you any cooler

Now, all I have are memories
And I remember them so well
As I stood on the gutter with my piercing smile
As you fidgeted before my eyes
As I walked home alone that night
My tears, blurring the road ahead
Yet my head was clear as day
We were losing each other beneath the starry night sky
And under the moonlight, as the summer ended
I heard myself say,
“I’ll never take lane 81 again.”

Author: Mark Atong

If he is not taking advantage of his skills on full-time IT employment, he is going different places and hopefully making his mother proud. He believes writing is his passion; but it has yet to prove to pay his bills. He is a fun-loving individual who would rather stay at home reading books and catch-up on episodes of TV shows.

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