To the end
of the rainbow
and back,
skipping fast
heart racing
with the moon
over the hills
and back again.
yelling at
the ice
cream man
in the
middle
of the street
"stop ! "
staying out
way past dinner,
holding on
to 10 years
old as long
as we can.
wondering
where in the
world you are.
wondering why
weren't you
in my life
back then.
I wonder
if my dreams
ever
touch your
dreams ,
if my thoughts
ever play hide
and go seek
in the dark
with yours.
I hope
they do.
I hope they
always will.
I know
in the
third grade,
we would
of been
the best
of friends.