in days of our youth, today's worries nip at our heels throughout the drive home until we take a moment to pause. reduce our speed crawl until the engine ceases to breathe, intake the music playing not as a soundtrack but as a inspiration to our day. feeding that primal need to release the troubles of our lives into a single stanza where we recompose ourselves. the words expose the truth of our friendship the values we've learneed and lessons we taught. a soft dull street light peers into your car as we sit, forgetting to not remember the memories. plumes of smoke escape our lips reaching the highest point of the city's sky, relaxing the oxygen it surrounds. i see you pensively focussing on nothing at all, the supple views of my street comfort your mind. somewhere our paths must part I pray that day never come soon, for now we simply breathe and forget our existence as people and focus on the other's soul with ours. remembering what the use in remembering unless it's something close to our hearts. the world seems so distant in time likes these, the days of our youth.