Your 18th Birthday

That night the four of us

Snuck out 

under the full moon

We visited the playground

Which we are now too old

To occupy during the day

We each claimed a swing

To fly closer to the moon

A newton’s cradle formed

As I looked across the night

Each one of us

Catching and pacing the other

your old speaker

Rests in the wood chips

Sparking the air with 

The sounds of Mac Miller

And songs vibrant with youth

I always found it ironic

That on the day you

Became a man we partied 

But that night

We went to the playground

To swing 

under the full moon