We Will Never Have Another Tonight

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We will never have another tonight.
Come and sit with me on the concrete circle.
Look at the sky! No longer is it so strangely
blue,
but it is now dark, with faint stars that
blink and nod towards me.
Light clouds aren't that pretty, but they don't hurt anyone,
and they aren't here for very long, are they..
Lay back on the sweet hardness of the warm sidewalk;
brush aside the rocks under your hands.
Lean back your head.
Listen.
People talk, and the sound is comforting--
the strange, exhiliarating conversation ofteenage intellectual playmates.
The murmur of conversation isn't annoying at all; it is integral to the ambience
which made me love this place.
The guitars of several parallel musicians infect
with sweet vibrations and quasi-popular tunes.
Look across the street at the friends you now know.
Don't leave me, you silently cry,
but you just hug them instead.
The wind dares not blow hard or cold--
the air does not sit too hard on our shoulders--
the clouds dare not cry on us
(we have enough sorrows of our own).
Lazy cigarette smoke wafts by,
unusually familiar, closing the air around us.
The orange street light catches the clouds of
smoke and reveals their insidious designs.
These kids don't care too much about tomorrow, I suppose.
And tonight, tonight, I don't care either.
All I love is now, now, now.
I won't cry, although I want to.
Why am I so sad? This night is not over yet.
Maybe because this is the only time in history it will feel like this to me,
the only time I will be this comforted
the only time I will be with people like this,
it is special, precious, and fleeting.
Don't make me let go.
I love today. Tonight is my friend,
and you want to pull me back inside...
Let me stay. This is my forever.
This is where I want to be for the rest of my life.

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