The last time I saw him
was years ago now,
The boy dressed in orange
but got lost in the crowd,
And I wandered off
in the wake of destruction,
And yet I remember
our meeting / seduction.
We danced on that night
then kept dancing for years,
We both lost our minds
and then found them through tears,
We were friends for awhile
then life lined us in chalk,
Perhaps we’re still friends
only now we don’t talk…
We started on top
and I ended on bottom,
The month he was born
was the last that I saw him.
Written by Jason Wright
October 5, 2014