RAVING
i miss raving.
i miss the anticipation
i miss wearing
my trainers with their
soft soles and worn
leather that absorb
the pressure
of my moves
comfortably.
i miss raving.
i miss the pervasiveness
i miss feeling
my blood run cold
slowly creeping
down my back
flooding my heart
ready for the beat
to kick in.
i miss raving.
i miss the all-consuming
i miss breathing
in the air with
crammed together
new friends
who i will never
see again, who share
this moment.
