Lock and Dam

A poem I wrote about an amazing experience I had hanging out with my fellow seniors in high school for one of the last times.

That thrill

That adrenaline rush

As we travel and speed

Down the vacant roadway

With Jake at the wheel

Shifting gears like it's second nature

And then dipshit Danna

Decides to take over

That intensity

That fearful expectancy

Of death at the shoulder

When the first thing she says

As she slides into the driver's seat:

"I don't know where the first gear is."

That relief

That grateful sigh

As we reach our destination

Without a scratch

That worry

That tense grimace

While Danna takes a detour

To do "donuts" in an empty parking lot

Lali lies in the backseat giggling away

At our worrisome behavior

At our shouts and curses

While we lean to the side to prevent the car

From tilting

That luck

That sheer dumb luck

That we manage to step out of the car

In one piece

And enjoy our time together

As friends

Down by the dam

That nostalgia

That pure reminiscence

Lingers as we race toward an empty playground

Swinging on the metal bars

Losing ourselves to the slides

Climbing to the top

Reliving the dream

That laughter

That escapes from our mouths

As we later settle in our congregation

In a booth

"Virgin Margaritas on me!"

I declare as they rejoice

Grateful expression but memorable conversation

An experience to live and almost die for

As we sip on our salty shakes

And down our non-alcoholic drinks

Living the life

I relish the moments

Because this is how it feels

To be alive

Author's Note

This is more of a personal poem but feel free to review~