I couldn’t recall the last time I had laughed so hard
But then it’s like that with every ticket spent
The flickering lights, the eager squeals
Not much has changed
And sometimes I swear I’m back
Balloon in one hand and her in the other
And I’m curious and wide-eyed and eight again
But our last bow was years ago.
Sometimes I catch a whiff of her perfume amidst the words
And sometimes that is enough