friday nights

it's Friday night.
the early meal.
the book, the silence.
the rain,
the quiet as you slip
into bed
before ten.
there is another world
out there.
I remember it well.
the nights
out
with the boys.
the closing of bars.
the sweat of dancing.
the promise of a dance,
the miracle
of a kiss, or a number.
we were young
then.
so very young and hopeful.