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Sweet 16
Stars were scattered like freckles on a face
The fire coughed a cloud of colorless mist
Small lights sparkled through trees like a galaxy in space
The ‘Happy Birthday’ sign swayed with a turn and a twist
Explosive laughter filled the air as I read the text on the small black card
Terrible jokes scattered on the edge of the firepit
Soda cans noisily stumbled across the yard
The party reduced, me and my three most favorite people
Us four, crumpled over, laughing like hyenas
Playing Cards Against Humanity far after the sun fell
Chatting over a fire that danced like a group of ballerinas
Shoveling cake into our mouths so quickly we began to feel unwell
Looking up from my deck
I admired the three people in front of me
I hadn’t seen them in months, I felt like a wreck
But here they are, filling my heart with joy and making me feel free
The year had beat all of us down
Lethargic and lonely
After months of quarantine consuming our town
Time crept by so slowly
But these three buffoons had made me elated
The heroes that I hold dear
An amazing and memorable day they created
Almost made up for this entire hellish year
The fire cast our shadows on the fence like a projector
Night crept up on us like a specter
Reciting stories and laughing so hard we had to gasp for air
Embers erupting from the fire made us squirm in our chair
I stared into the night
Sounds of laughter blurred
Everything felt right
As the fire died, a thought occurred
“Will I remember this night clearly,
When I am eighty years old, in my rocking chair
Will I remember
How intoxicating this moment was?”
Eventually, parents made their return
The flames had ceased to burn
I clung to the memory of this day
So the happiness I felt would never go away.
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