I used to love the wind cause it brought your smile within

the sound of your tumultuous laugh with a little touch of your misspelled

a dropdead joys drenching a wooden round table in front of us

you held high a lot of cans and empty cups

shouting profanities and rambling through the heavy air

stink and stain under your feet hiding the watery palms in the back of your trouser

we cheered to our misfortune

and surrender to the path of salvation which led us to whoever we become right now

we wrote things and loathed everything of what we should or shouldn't 

like a teenager under a certain substance

we practically crossed the sobriety in our daily journal 

what i miss in those day, that we got each other's back

we still now, but barely

exist but barely living

like breathing but not alive

like hugging but questioning the warmth.