Do you remember the dry winter

nights we spent in my car?

Our seats pushed back, searching

the stars for a common goal

Of acceptance from others.

Our breath stank of

whiskey and Coke

as we dreamed of a purple sky

and clouds of dry oats,

leaving behind the worries

of our normal life.

Together we dipped out feet

in the pond of perfection,

never quite reaching the bottom

which was sure to be

our garden of sugar

in various confections.

Rotting teeth and sour stomachs

are sure to be the morals

of this dreamlike parable

that echoes in our

whiskey drenched minds,

never letting us forget our

most severe of sins.

And now these nights have

tapered away into our past,

flying into a part of our world

that is better left unsaid.

But we cannot ignore it.

We can’t let it

slip into the very last

layer of our memory so,

do you remember?

Or do you go through those

nights dreamless and alone

and cold without anyone to

hold you, to tell you it’s gonna

be alright my dear