high school Done.
an empty summer

filled to the brim with the same time that can
and will fill any void.

one night i sat in the parking lot of my Old school.
i squatted uncomfortably on a parking space divider
next to a girl-- the same girl who would break my heart a year later--
sat next to her for the first time
learning her middle name, her interests,
All of which i had no care for.

i was having the most mindless, endless conversation about nothing;
and it meant everything.

why did i bear the boredom of listening to a girl who--at the time--
enjoyed my company much more than i endured hers?
why the Joy?

my car lay next to hers as if exchanging a similarly meaningless dialogue
of the roads they'd tread, the sights their lights had seen.
should we leave the paltry pair? i asked my faithful ride.

no, i was happy.
and why? why? --but why push a rope?

it was late, and i was not.
i should've been home, but i was not.
i could've gone, but i chose not.
it was the first time i had nothing to do, and i did it.