We melted through the sidewalks. Sticking to the pavement underneath the halo of a street lamp. Watched the dirt turn to glitter and still, we danced. Sometimes these memories swallow me whole and I’m stuck in the belly of the storm. I’m homesick for my youth and I don’t know what to do about it. I’m angry. Screaming in a dimly lit parking lot outside the corner store where you told me that things were getting worse. I almost believed you. Almost told the world your secrets in order to hold it over your head like a ransom so that you wouldn’t leave. Almost dared you to stay. I think you would have left anyways. And I still wonder if you’re homesick too. -AMT