At some point, we’ve gotten together, never knowing it would be the last time.

Our bikes, which we used to ride through the neighborhood, now collect dust in our basements

Or collect rust outside.

The basketball we played with, shooting hoops down at the park

We used to stay out all day long, never wanting it to get dark.

Talking on the landline led to laughter on the phone,

Sneaking around the neighborhood, in and out of our own homes.

Late night car rides, amusement parks, that old diner where we’d rendezous

Camping trips, summer breaks, having backyard barbeques.

We used to always talk about how close we’d stay once we all made it,

But life has been so different for us since we’ve graduated.

Not a single peep from anyone I’d refer to as a friend,

There comes a point in all our lives where playtime has an end.