Shadows of the Nights:

When I look behind me

I see shadows of people

The friends I used to roam with

Midnight wasn’t late enough

Those warm summer nights

Wandering through town

Looking at stars

Bouncing off the Traverse Bay Waters

It seems that no matter

How many memories

Good as they may be             

They are rotted like leaves

Fallen from a tree

Best friends

Not forever

Sometimes I miss them

Sometimes I long 

For those long beach nights

Yet I don’t miss the heartbreak

Of when things ended

Not friends

Nor enemies

We are all just strangers

With some memories

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