April 27

I am growing restless.

Aching for the reverberation

Oh heels clattering

Against cobblestone streets,

Looking up from a book

To gaze out the window

And watch the people rushing past

I miss putting on a spectacle

As my friends and I enter the room

Whisking in a vacuum

Of glitter and blowing stardust

I miss chasing bubbles by the seaside,

Gossiping over foaming coffee,

Blowing smoke into each other’s faces

Rejoicing in youth’s wild embrace

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