Night falls and it isn’t what you would expect.
Night falls to join us in reminiscing in our teenaged favorite songs. Twiddling your thumbs over an empty page, it all comes back to you with that one song coming on.
Night falls and we’re walking far from home, headphones snug in our ears.
Do you remember our brazen bravery?
Foolish then, yes, stroking the night sky, chasing stars that rose too high.
Never falling, we would watch them hand in hand, on empty benches laughing the night into dawn.
Walking back to your house, everyone was still sleeping.
The bunnies hopped about, fur soaking in morning dew.
We laughed, over tired, calling them, “buttons” and laughing harder.
Your key was under the porch swing and we snuck in with ease, crawling into bed and playing evanscence or tatu quietly, soon sleeping, too.
I miss the fearlessness.
Nightfall meant wisdom, meant freedom and a break from the typical, the crowds, and the summer heat.
Atypical in our steps, pressing simple boundaries to rebel.
With us, night blanketed our meager attempts to be bold.
Do you remember what night fall meant then?
Dawning Creations 
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