There’s just one page left on the calendar
One more month gone
Another day, another year
Quarantine leaves me with the specter of you
Late at night, I still think of you
In those quiet moments
When I used to reach for the phone
Yearning to touch you, see you
We never said forever
Because forever was too far away
When everyday could be your last
It’s hard to plan for the future
I pick up a pen to write you
But I know you’re not there to read it
Maybe you never were
Maybe this is all just a fever dream
A dream we can’t wake up from
I try to say goodbye to the pain
So long to the feelings of regret
But I know it’s just biding its time
They’ll be back again
When the clock strikes twelve
There won’t be anything left to return to
Like embers rising from the fire
I’ll fly again
Once I learn how to use my wings
Padraic Maroney hails from upstate New York, suffering from middle child syndrome. His writing career began after moving to the Philadelphia suburbs while in high school. He wrote for The Bucks County Courier Times’ Reality section, written by local teenagers, and has the distinction of writing a weekly gossip column for a college newspaper at a school he didn’t even attend! His love of pop culture led him to intern at Teen People, where he met Janis Gaudelli, and realized he could turn being a millennial into a career. Since then he’s alternated between writing and marketing, but always focused on Millennials and everything they bring to the table. Padraic is a lover of shenanigans, 80s music, and the movie “Scream.”
You can follow his additional adventures on Instagram: @padraicjacob