I’m aware of that.
But it doesn’t feel right without them.
Those two familiar voices will not be calling my name tonight
There will be no fries stolen,
no quips I’ve invented
exchanged through small business booths

I’m aware,
yet something is starting to die.
Last week we left high school, finally free.
But there are only two Teen Howls left,
before I will be four hours away from
our monthly tradition of poetry and Tolly Ho grilled cheese.
8  hours for Ryan,
for Eva, 3.