Damian Rucci

Antares

It could all be from the drugs
but I think we found innocence
tonight in the parking lot
in front of your house
watching the Antares rocket 
from your phone become
a shooting star across the Jersey sky
we waived goodbye to the spaceship
becoming alien in the cassiopeia
of those haunted autumn lights.
I think of my youth, chasing daylight
along the beaches of the Bayshore
your smile reminds me of then
and I think maybe home
isn’t a place but a series of moments
when we feel less alone