It's funny how the relationships and friendships
That shape us, influence us, inspire us, create US
Are also the most fragile things in the world.
They are like flowers really
Beautiful, uplifting, calming
Those nights lazing around on the mountain trails, at the parks
At the balcony.
That balcony that overlooked OUR city.
Though we came from all over the world,
and hated the place we were forced to call home,
It was still OUR city.
It was where we had our firsts.
Many of us.
First kiss, first relationships, first heartbreaks
It was OURS.
Those nights wandering downtown for something to do.
Those nights at that karaoke bar where we never seemed capable of making a reservation.
Those nights spent in the waiting room waiting with bottles of knock-off Budweiser
Waiting for a room to clear up.
That night when we finally made one
And spent most of it at the bar taking shots and making decisions we would regret the next morning.
I remember those two, wasted as ever
Making out on the sofa.
And the other,
Also wasted as ever,
“Get off! I’m next”
Like she was a park ride.
Those nights spent in basements.
We always ended up in basements.
The first time, we got high
On the life we gave each other
And ended up jumping off sofas
And making out with strangers
Who knew we weren’t in the right state of mind.
I remember two boys, men
A small room in the basement.
Always the basement.
The tunnel vision that made me realize
“This is bad.”
I remember one leaving.
He went somewhere, to meet someone.
So I was free
But she wasn’t.
So I dragged her away from him,
Got a cab and left
With images of what could’ve happened.
He didn’t even care
That I was sitting right there
We always ended up on that balcony
Overlooking OUR city.
The city we wanted to burn to the ground.
The city of our firsts.
The city that embodied our worst moments
That many of us faced alone.
That many of us seemed ready to forget the next day.
These friendships and relationships.
They never lasted.
Graduated, moved away, grew out of US.
We all separated with memories
Always interpreted differently.
But I know for sure
If we were given a match
We would burn OUR city to the ground
And watch the flames cover everything
From OUR balcony that overlooked