The last night of adolescence

In the basement passed a pile of clothes
tossed into a room seemingly once occupied with
cleaning machines
the wood floor creaked methodically
and people talking at normal volume sound
like forced whispers

and in one of our final gatherings
(because we never know when
or how many more we’ll have)
we coveted one another’s presence
held each other’s excitement
and cheered each other’s successes

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