poems for the young at heart

talk:

inspired by the breakfast club and a boy who has seemed to take residence in my mind.
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we had one night.
one night
when we could talk
and nothing else.
no friends in the way.
no social classes
to tell us who to talk to.
we were and we weren't,
all at the same time,
together.
but it only lasted for one night.
on monday, we resume the lives given to us.
you, with your popular girl,
and your popular friends.
and me, all alone
but never lonely.
however,
i think we will always remember the one night
when two different people
came together,
as equals,
and talked.