Twelve Years Later

Then Sneakers, candy; one favourite dress worn again and again. Now Stilettos, mascara; Tattered jeans without the benefit of skinned knees. Then Boisterous laughter, shrieks of delight. Running, shouting, lemonade, glorious sunlight. Now Mysterious smile that seeks attention; neon lights and beer but still not as much fun. Then Liquid sunshine like yellow satin; all my friends, so many games to play Now Hung-over mornings, interchangeable friends; mind games and broken hearts. Then Hopes, fantasies; dreaming, waiting restlessly to grow up. Now Disappointed. Nostalgic. Wishing those carefree days would come back.