I want you to take me to the river we visited as children.
I want to catch crawfish and play with rolly pollies.
We can talk about our dreams we had and how close we used to be.
If not a river,  what about the creek behind the house I used to live in,
the one where we cried when it was torn down.
I see you in the halls of this empty, full school.
I see you and I know you see me, but not even a nod is exchanged.
I want to go back to the beautiful times of our childhood where we played in the grass and fought over dolls.
I want to go back to when the biggest things on our mind were when we would get to see each other again.
I want to relive the jokes and revive the laughs.
I miss the river when you would take me there.