Jazz Vibes

The crisp, fresh smell of early summer nights

The stars barely twinkling on a drak blue-grey sky

The feeling I get when I close my eyes, like I could drift away on a cool breeze

All of this you mean to me, and more

Am I crying or is this just allergies?

Remember when we used to climb the school building by my house?

Back then every cigarette we smoked felt like rebellion

Remember the abandoned bowling alley?

Pouring out stolen beer as an offering to imaginary spirits

I'll never forget the night we rode that train

Or atleast thought we did

I was higher than the smoke stack we always promised we'd ascend

We were daring and naive

Virtue was our only goal

But you moved away, swearing that we'd never drift apart

And my soul withered under the weight of the world

But I'm still climbing, ever higher

Even when it feels like I'm descending into madness

And I pray you do the same