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Cheers to 5.
It was 5 of us.
Getting ready in the bathroom of an old run down gas station.
Ready to put some city miles on the car.
The music was up,
We were laughing so hard we couldn't breathe.
I remember it was always 5 of us.
From birthday party's as children,
To going to the roller rink as teens.
To talking about boys in highschool.
It was always 5
We graduated high school,
off to college we went.
Our lives moving so fast.
Trying different things because..why not right?
Finding ourselves yet again,
Getting ready in the bathroom of an old run down gas station.
We were living so free,
the night was young,
and the city was calling our name.
We graduated college,
one of us dropped out.
She said it just wasn't what she wanted to do. She got linked up with another girl,
who led her to destruction.
Her body is her money maker.
She's living her best life, so she thinks.
We meet up , all 5 of us .
It's obvious some things have changed.
Our friend walks in and pulls out a bag
of what seemed to be a drug called cocaine.
We were catching up, like old times.
Noone even said anything about the drugs. We were to messed up , we were chasing a buzz .
We were laughing so loud,
Passing the liquor around,
our friend put out a few little lines.
Come to find out
The bag was laced,
but it was too late
That night it went from 5 to 4.
We were supposed to grow old together.
the 5 of us.
It's heartbreaking to think that,
because in that split second, 1 of us is gone forever. We had plans.
We had goals.
Never would I have thought
That in our friend group, the ones we grew up with, walked thru life with, sat there played Barbies and went skating with
would ever not be a part of each other's lives.
Since she passed we all kinda drifted apart.
Depression kills us differently. We pass each other in the hallways, we're strangers with memories it seems.
Some days we make eye contact & quickly look away as we all are dealing with a silent understanding of the guilt we all felt.
It went from 5 to 4 That night.
& now it's 4 to none ..
if only I could go back before the drinking, before the drugs, to us getting ready in that old run down gas station bathroom.
Just the 5 of us & those city miles.
But I can't.
Those times are over with now.
Now it's only me getting ready in that bathroom of the old run down gas station...
THE END.
© © 2023 Kayley Tarver
Getting ready in the bathroom of an old run down gas station.
Ready to put some city miles on the car.
The music was up,
We were laughing so hard we couldn't breathe.
I remember it was always 5 of us.
From birthday party's as children,
To going to the roller rink as teens.
To talking about boys in highschool.
It was always 5
We graduated high school,
off to college we went.
Our lives moving so fast.
Trying different things because..why not right?
Finding ourselves yet again,
Getting ready in the bathroom of an old run down gas station.
We were living so free,
the night was young,
and the city was calling our name.
We graduated college,
one of us dropped out.
She said it just wasn't what she wanted to do. She got linked up with another girl,
who led her to destruction.
Her body is her money maker.
She's living her best life, so she thinks.
We meet up , all 5 of us .
It's obvious some things have changed.
Our friend walks in and pulls out a bag
of what seemed to be a drug called cocaine.
We were catching up, like old times.
Noone even said anything about the drugs. We were to messed up , we were chasing a buzz .
We were laughing so loud,
Passing the liquor around,
our friend put out a few little lines.
Come to find out
The bag was laced,
but it was too late
That night it went from 5 to 4.
We were supposed to grow old together.
the 5 of us.
It's heartbreaking to think that,
because in that split second, 1 of us is gone forever. We had plans.
We had goals.
Never would I have thought
That in our friend group, the ones we grew up with, walked thru life with, sat there played Barbies and went skating with
would ever not be a part of each other's lives.
Since she passed we all kinda drifted apart.
Depression kills us differently. We pass each other in the hallways, we're strangers with memories it seems.
Some days we make eye contact & quickly look away as we all are dealing with a silent understanding of the guilt we all felt.
It went from 5 to 4 That night.
& now it's 4 to none ..
if only I could go back before the drinking, before the drugs, to us getting ready in that old run down gas station bathroom.
Just the 5 of us & those city miles.
But I can't.
Those times are over with now.
Now it's only me getting ready in that bathroom of the old run down gas station...
THE END.
© © 2023 Kayley Tarver
