A Midsummer Night's Poem

Our skin was slowly turning apricot,
because it was never meant to be brown.
We let the colors swim before our eyes,
drinking white wine out of paper cups
and counting freckles until the world turned upside down.

Our heads ached because sleep eluded us in the night
taking a vacation from keeping us warm.
You shivered in the dark and I felt it in my bones.
I held your hand at midnight and you didn't refuse,
Placing kisses on my temples to ward off the pain.

We called each other Victorian names
drank tea on the cold sand
and laughed at the oceans roar.

Its been three weeks since I last showered in non-bacteria infested water.

I was in a book store tonight,

and one of my friends read off a cover a shocking statistic about friends who last more then ten years. We all laughed, and then another said, "Well, we've lasted seven years."

And then my mind crashed into a hypothetical wall and exploded.

Seven years. Is that really how long its been since I wandered into the huge block of cement called Tottenville High School? Seven Years since I wore Bebe shirts and listened to Good Charlotte. REALLY? When did I get old enough, hang on mature enough, to have seven year long friendships?

And then I went on to think, my new friends are already three years stale. That caught me off guard. Three years is sometimes an eternity. Three years can change your life. My "new friends" have stuck around for there abouts three years now.

I am not grown up enough to start being an adult.