The Last Summer

And in that summer we seemed infinite Hair streaming behind us as we flew Down the neverending driveway Pebbles skidding out of the way Of our whirling wheels Shoelaces flapping against the spokes Centimeters from a deadly tangling But we didn't stop To tie them tighter We felt invincible On the path of parted golden seas Surrounded by dewy morning glories Like them, we looked up too At the bright but never burning sun Forward we raced To the glinting dented still standing mailbox And when we arrived To find nothing waiting for us We simply turned around Knowing in our hearts that it was the journey And not the destination That we would remember 2500 days later.