I Guess I Spent Last Wednesday Night There

Intimate.
Breathless whispers
on the floor,
calling out to no one.
Intimacy gone.
Long-passed thoughts
and future goals
lost in eternity;
our state of evolution.
Childlike games
and anticipation
for a day that never comes.
Temporal causes.
Traded swing sets
for uniforms
and lost a sense of self.
In finite.
Trading stocks and bonds
for gold-plated memorabilia
that means nothing
anymore.