Pomegranate Juice
i feel sixteen again –
late night rehearsals,
midnight bonding in quiet shuddering cars,
sharing trauma,
connecting deeper,
walking aimlessly
down suburban streets
[pomegranate juice will always remind me of you]
and lightning striking
thunder rumbling to be heard
through tinkling speakers
attached to young ears –
maybe it’s the music
maybe it’s the memories
maybe it’s desperate connection
leading to pointless platonic platitudes
[hopefully not tho]