Nights Like These

I wrote this about ten years ago. But every fall, i dust it off and read it, and this year i thought i would share it. To my eyes it now seems a little rough and incomplete, but i can’t bring myself to edit it. So i hope you enjoy it, and maybe have your own trip down memory lane

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It’s nights like tonight, at least here in NY, when the weather drops to sixty for the first time and the night sky is clear, that I suddenly feel like a great many things In life have passed me by. I remember, many, many nights, much like tonight, when I was a teenager and later in college, that these nights seemed like a dime a dozen. Before I was old enough to “know better” these nights were spent with friends, outstaying your welcome at a Denny’s or IHOP, drinking free coffee refills till you were sick to your stomache. They were spent at late night dive diners, watching old men talk to themselves and pick invisible bugs out of their hair. They were spent at the airport, watching planes land from the top of somebody’s piece of shit car; they were spent at the playground, sitting on the swings like we were ten again. And they were spent in the arms of somebody new, a fresh romance, blooming even as the leaves fell around us. They seemed endless and common and something to be taken for granted. And now, while responsibilities of being an adult weigh down on my shoulders, and I spend nights like tonight, here in front of my computer and soon to bed, that I wish I could go back, have all the people that shared those thousands of wonderful nights with me, and together we could just have one more night…just one more night…

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