The Way Things Were

I miss the Chinese buffet.

Lining up to stuff my swollen cheeks with the savory flavors of the East

I miss making fun of the table next to us, and all the stupid words my friends would say.

Comedy and companionship wrapped into one feast

I miss the bowling alley.

Measuring just how hard we can throw the ball before we get asked to leave

I miss making friends with the worker that looks like Adam Pally.

Putting scores on the board that are almost too low to believe.

I miss seeing my friends.

Late nights playing Cards Against Humanity in the McDonald’s lobby

I miss taking a break from the worry of school and girlfriends.

I want to go back outside, because seeing the ones I love isn’t just a hobby.