Be Home By

Be Home By


Walking the street
I've come the time
when the lamps have come on again
my parents youthful call
to come back home again
sometime within the twilight.


Wandering and meandering
we had no direction
except to rumble around parks
and walk alleyways
from my house to yours
and slow stretch back.


The dark is coming quickly now
even though the sun is still slivering
sinking silently on ninety percent sky
what I like to call it
now that buildings crawl around me
from the move.


Jumping
throwing rocks at cars
and talking
always talking
on and on for what seems important
but lost across multiple years.


I can't shake the empty cars
and porch light 
dim
and the orange glow 
from the street lights
turning on again.


The days grow shorter now
before we have to run back home
street lamps turning 
on and on and on
calling us back and away
walking through the dark.


I'm gonna walk 
past your place soon
make sure it's near fall
and remember 
living near you
when stones were only a throw.


-Matthew Koutzun


For Jace