Laurie Invades Spaces Again

Not sure why it feels like a response to an addiction?

To restrain from quickly typing in a name

to its correlating search engine.

A name considered maiden now, I guess.

Just an optimal time to live then.

Where emotions were felt HARD.

Simple things achieved on $5 dollars worth of gas.

And I felt it.

The temperature on my skin, the salt in my mouth.

Waking up next to you

and then going or not going to school.

It meant more.

Now you've faded.

Into mass obscurity.

Or was it always an insecurity?

Maybe,

you just wanted

what I wanted.

The music was real, though.

Packing up clothes and childhood

thought to be contained inside

little boxes on the hillside.

Probably wasn't.

It was never really unpacked.

No surprises, we tripped

and fell in a room meant for one. 

We were kids.

Dumb to think you still are the malleable sidekick

of fourteen.

Occasionally waking up to cut your hair or pierce your skin

without any permissions.

We should have formed a gang

to kick your brother's ass

and all predators in remission.

Instead of following in age-old

feminine division.

Maybe,

we weren't as 'hip' as we pretended.