the sun and the moon
sharing the sky
muggy afternoons
catching fireflies
the feeling of pride
glancing at the sky
and realizing
that you've been up all night
knees through ripped jeans
scratched from thorns and falls
finger-length sleeves
two am calls
smeared ink on a page
stars during the day
red faced screaming rage
crying, yet okay
thunderstorms all alone
under a tin top
calling somewhere else home
a day at the bus stop
