Innocent Youth

10/12/14

There was a time when my neighbors and I kept out windows open on those hot summer nights. Children used to laugh here, a sound so infections you didn’t mind waking up to it on a Saturday morning. They played make believe in the front yard for the world to see, and in the back yard-BBQ’s were held.

Now all the children have grown and left this dwelling, yet their parents and I remain. The ghosts of my friends and their laughter haunt me as I walk the streets we once laid claim to and I begin to notice that their absence has become fossilized into the very existence of this neighborhood.

It’s the first cold front we’ve had in weeks and not one child is out running around feeling the freedom from the extreme heat. No laughter is heard.

We keep our heads down when passing each other in the street, and lock ourselves inside; too afraid to deal with reality. Maybe we’ve forever been altered by our loss of innocent youth, and maybe that keeps us just scared enough from embracing that part of ourselves again.

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