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Remember when we got
High
Like Showtime at the Apollo
Soft stepping choreography on cloud nine
Or ten
Or six
Whatever
The number escapes me
But it didn’t matter
Because we was 
High
Standing in front of your bedroom mirror
Hair brushes for mics
Stylistics 
Spinning 45 degrees a few feet away
Our heads spinning
A mighty love we had that moment
Teenager inhibitions
Lost on that first sip of 
OE
And black berry brandy
A perfect combination to get us
High
With laughter and language and slurred singing
Careless and carefree
And we talked about it the other week
Never again reaching that plateau we hit 
Falling over each other with afros out of place
The long winter walk home
Begging the hawk
To whip that arctic wind across my face
Take this
High
Away from me
Quickly
As I descended from cloud nine
or eight
or eleven
Floating down Park Ave
Three more blocks to the front door
Spearmint gum to mask my
High
And steady footsteps straight to my bedroom
Losing that
High
In deep overnight slumber
Never again reaching that 
High
But reaching other 
Highs
Along my journey
Smiles today
Unknown to the world
Side eye from the wifey
She will never know how
High
I was 
Once upon a time
And the 
High
I laughed about with you last week
But that was yesterday
Damn
That was yesterday
And now our
High
Is gone forever