(We were called the HUGI TWINS - pronounced hoogie - we still are :-))
We were joined at the mustaches Of chocolate milk And giggles Daring preschool to challenge us On the ****** journey Of out-of-mommy's-sight.
I sat next to him Immediately taken By his first words "What's YOUR name?" Like he had one he had to share But knew it wasn't polite To just blurt it out. In those three words He owned me Whether he wanted to Or not.
We authored world conquering agendas On short chairs And nap mats Giving away all our secrets In shouting whispers of confidentiality (Consistently amazed Of our teacher's Prophetic thwarts).
Batman and Robin plagarized us For we were unity Inseperable Born to co-dependency Birthed to this bond Which we wore like an arrogant badge Making jealous All the other 5 year olds.
Inside the doors Of lower education We were royalty. In the outer world We were famous explorers Almost too famous Passing on the one adventure That caved in On three of our friend's lives.
The alley was the highway to everything - The playground The market And Russell's house. Russell was older Cool And our friend. He made us important Until we "matured" And became the new cool. Southside That's how we ride (ok, bike...).
But then it happened
My crime-fighting cohort Was taken captive By menacing parents And forced to move Across town.
I would cry as he pulled away.
Small towns And single high schools Demand one fact - There will be a reunion.
In the same marble halls Which echo with the footsteps Of our fathers The dynamic duo reignite.
Our chariot was legend As the Hugimobile In Starsky and Hutch red and white Became our calling card. Filled with flying manes Obscure sports paraphenalia And healthy egos The Show was on the road.
The residue of living was co-owned In the trenches His closet was mine My closet was his. Everything was communal - Ideas Girlfriends Jobs. We got our nickname Buckin' hay And selling family bibles Door to door Stopping with each victory To generate business for DQ One cherry coke and cone At a time.
But those are things - Granted Good things But things nonetheless.
He is more Than good things. He is the anchor Of faithfulness. He wields forgiveness Like a shield. When others cut and run He picks me up Not only from enemy hurts But from hurts that I have caused On my own.
Without reward He has eaten the burnt goods Of my friendship And smiled. He introduced me to humility For which I can never repay. We are forever friends Because he is forever benevolent. And when I In these years Find that tender boy Fallen He looks at me and says "What's YOUR name?" Strengthening I in my spirit I reply "Hugi Twin" Then remember I am something Because of that unmerited favor.