The thing is,
I don’t want to forget this night.
The people, the places, the parties.
The laughter, the winged eyeliner, the Pez-filled prize.
The smiles, the songs, their lovely eyes.
I don’t want to forget the fire,
The light, the dark, the ones off to the side.
The shake, the darting gaze, the wait from far away.
The panic, the heart’s race, the breathing deep.
I don’t want to forget the atmosphere,
The uncertainty, the quiet, the loud.
The hopes, the hours, the highs.
The lows, the cries, the ones who care.
How beauty and betrayal and boredom dance together in hollow, high-pitched tunes.