Reignites

The first time driving home,
At one AM.
The streets are empty,
A world at end.

You’re all alone,
Just you and your friends.

You’ve packed up your stage,
You’ve finished your set.
You’re high on the music,
It’s gone to your heads.

You’re vagabonds,
Conduits of chaos and apocalypse.
You’re on the run,
With alibis and buried evidence.

It’s you,
The road,
And happenstance.

I suppose it looks mundane,
At first glance.

But that’s nostalgia,
And that’s romance.

All of this to say,
That shade of orange,
And those street lights…

I think of them,
When I drive at night.

And,
A part of me…
It reignites.

The memory exists,
Only in hindsight.
The time has passed,
And long since died.

But that’s okay,
Seriously,
It’s all alright.

We only did it once,
But damn,
Did we do it right.