I once sat in the park with a dear friend of mine
As yellow bugs scurried over our legs and fingers.
We talked about most everything
Friends, our mutual distaste for chocolate, love.
For hours we sat against a mighty oak tree
And mulled over the mild philosophy of mid-adolescance.
Despite the fact that I had been fiddling with a daisy chain for the past hour and a half
And despite the fact that we were about to miss class
I felt rather grown up at that moment
And I wished never to wake from our sleepy discussion.