BY LILIANA CAREY
We didn’t really know what to do with our time, The mystifying vastness of a Sunday night The hours slip away inconsequentially Until we wake up in the same place we started I got in my car and drove to your house And we ended up going to the superstore, since what else was there to do We went inside to buy ice cream A pint of cookie dough for you, strawberry for me We sat cross-legged on the front seats of the car, Heat blasting to mask the bitter January cold outside And we filled the air between us, the time before us, With words and words and words We tell each other those thoughts about the future That we would love to think are ours alone I love that you’re the kind of person I can talk to for hours But I’ll never tell you what you mean to me The windows begin to fog up And the world outside, the shrill sirens and winter winds, The neon red signs on the front of the store And the fluorescent streetlights of the lot The false brightness of the world, Harsh and bright, blindingly bright It all fades away with the mist, Into a cold subdued glow, an eerily beautiful mosaic of color And though the headlights light up the sidewalk in front of us The people walking into the grocer’s next door Are nothing but a blur, an afterthought, The echo of a voice from a lost suburban world The world outside that becomes a fever dream And all my dreams are yours now, and yours are mine, And nothing else is real Except for the wildest depths of our imaginations And maybe someday when I come back to this town When I become a stranger to myself I’ll remember how naive we were that night To think we were so far above this sedentary suburbia For the wind still whistles through us As I wander through the same fluorescent aisles of the superstore And our thoughts, our hopes, our secrets are lost To the mystifying vastness of a Sunday night.
Liliana Carey is a 17-year-old student at John Jay High School in Cross River, New York. Through her poetry she attempts to capture the themes of youth and maturity through the lens of personal experience.