The Years – Best Friends
Where did twenty-five go? We’d ask one another as we reminisced about our younger selves.
Good times, fearless and carefree,
When every day was filled with a new possibility.
(Me and Bri in our mid 20s)
Where should we go tonight? Who might we meet?
The days of blue eyeshadow, midnight pool parties, and five inch heels on our feet.
Vivid memories become slightly foggier.
Coffee houses harbored our secrets and wants,
A time to go dancing, frequenting our favorite haunts.
Nightclubs in dark smoke-filled rooms, our shadows glared on the dance floor from strobing lights,
Highlighting our wild passions as we danced through the night.
Music blaring, too loud to speak,
But kept our feet in perfect rhythm to the disco beat.
Crushes, excitement, and heartbreak were all part of the times,
The days I miss; end of an era, marking maturation of the minds.
30 some years later