It’s time to go back.
Back to the music.
Back to the house
Back to the techno,
And to everything else we find
Along the way.
Back to dancing all night
And into the morning.
And sometimes during the day,
But not all the time.
Back to that life we
Had to let go of
Before it was taken away.
Back to those heavy beats
And the high hats
And the massive drops
And the unexpected breaks.
Back to the friends
We hug with both arms
Back to the ones who refuse to let go,
So, we hang on too.
Back to our family.
Back to the warehouse,
Back to not getting the address
Until an hour before.
Back to ending up in neighborhoods our parents begged us to stay away from.
Back to squeezing into one car
And hoping the police don’t notice.
Back to the security check,
And the anticipation
Of trying to get to the other side.
Back to the festival grounds
And walking all night long
But not even thinking
Twice because the music
We’re going to find at the end
Is just so good.
Back to the overpriced drinks,
But what difference does it make once you’re already buzzed?
Back to the merch that I don’t really want,
Until I get home and then I wish I had gotten something to show I was there.
Back to pictures
And videos
And soundbites that are just too good
To not have a piece of.
Back to all those other moments where nothing was recorded at all.
Back to the hotel rooms
Stuffed full of ravers
All together,
Laughing and enjoying every second;
As the whip-it canister gets passed back and forth until they’re all gone sometime early the next morning.
Back to talking about who was our favorite,
Or who didn’t live up,
Or who was just a hot mess,
Although,
It all kind of is when you really start to think about it.
Back to the drugs
Cause of course they’re still there.
They’re always there.
Back to spending too much,
And more than we had,
But also sometimes just enough.
Back to having one more,
Or splitting another,
Cause the night’s just not
Over yet.
Back to sharing a bump
From a spoon that you
Bought with a friend
Sometime before the quarantine began
Who you’re not friends with,
Anymore.
But back to that some other time, though.
Back to closing your eyes
Back to letting go.
Back to responding to the beat at the same time as everyone else.
Back to forgetting where you are.
Back to remembering everything.
Back to saying I’m sorry.
And thank you.
And I love you.
And meaning it every time.
Back to starting over.
Back to true love gets another chance.
Back from the love I’ll never have.
Back to forever.
Back to a healthier weight
And a clear mind
And not so many cigarettes anymore.
Back to realizing just how old I really am.
But also,
Back to saying
“Fuck it,’
And deciding I’m going to be young forever.
Back to feeling like myself again.
Back to wanting to never let it go.
Back to realizing we’re the lucky ones.
Back from a trip
And ready to plan another.
Back to sleeping on the plane,
With you.
Back to you.
And those eyes,
And your smile,
And the way you remind
Me that you’re still mine.
Back to stealing kisses,
And sleeping in the car together,
And having sex in the shower,
Of some hotel room we’ll never see again.
And going into the porta potty
Together so we can share drugs
Without people watching.
Back to Us
Back to what we took so for granted.
Back to Mine
And, of course, back to the dancefloor.
It’s time to go back
Let’s go back . . .
Ourdancefloor.net 