Kiddies In The Sandbox

by lyahthomas20

Our hearts pounded in synchronized laughter as we raced

through the city streets. We hopped from one train car to another planning our

lives together, planning our awkward entry into adulthood. Since the day I met

you, you were the guy with your arm crossing your body while puffing your

cigarette. I stood there quiet taking in the city night sky and taking in your

absolute chicness. You made a subtle joke that either no one had heard or no

one had understood but, I did. I let out a smart chuckle assuming no one would

notice but, you did. You looked at me and I smiled. I felt like you had picked

me, out of all the kiddies in the sandbox filled with vomit and broken glass; you

picked me. We talked and made jokes amongst the others and laughed

amongst ourselves. When the night ended and when you were finished with your

cigarette, it felt as if everything began to move. I do not know if it was us

moving faster than the noise of cars blaring their horns at one another or even

faster than the night turning into day, I just knew it was just us.As the second, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months went by;

we were the only kiddies in the sandbox. We made the broken glass into a

beautiful chandelier of dreams and we scooped up the vomit with our belligerent

tenacity to not be fucked with. We danced in the streets until the sun came up,

still high off of whatever we had, whether it was each other or other drugs. We

walked back to our beds and laughed deliriously about how exhausted our bodies

were.For you looked at me and I looked at you, no words only that

I knew I loved you and you loved me. I think about our sandbox, as our months have turned into

years and also as we have gotten older. I will think about our sandbox every

day for the rest of my life hoping that you still love me just as much as I

love you.