we sat in the grass
behind our old school

drinking pink lemonade
and smoking,

the afternoon august sun
rising up above

the cracked basketball courts
and dusty dirty baseball diamond
on a hill in the distance.

and i'm not afraid
of the future

and i'm not afraid
of moving on -

because honestly,
nine years was too long.

i just hope
i don't fuck anything up
too badly
for the next four years.

hahaha
haha.

don't count on it.