The Night At The Swings Poem by Cain XXX

some of us are lying down
on the cold concrete sidewalk as
we stare at the vast night sky.
there are no stars out which is
appropriate for the situation we’re in now.

another is standing on the swing and
cursing and swearing in a
vulgar manner, she has always been told, is
unbefitting for the young lady
she is.

but tonight
no one says a thing
we are, perhaps, too used to
hearing profanities being thrown about
because only the most base and vile words
can do our circumstances justice.

the alcohol is flowing
perhaps too fast,
into us
as the pain each of us feels
flows and melds into a
collective emotion that becomes an
undying bond.

at this moment,
no matter what others may say
about the immaturity of our tears,
i think,
perhaps
we may have grown up
just a little bit.