Golden sun through cyan shades
Interrupted by smiles and laughter
Running through the tall grass
We were children.
You taught me how to fish
And I taught you how to love
But I apologize because
Even I had no idea.
But we were children
And we were told that
Age mattered and worlds separated.
But I longed for that summer.
And I watched out the window for you
To finally return to the days
Of never ending sunlight.

Years had passed
But time pulled us together
We were never far away.
But I returned to you
Not as a little girl anymore.
I had scars and bruises of my own.
Painted black and blue.
And you held me
And you kissed every imperfection
And they were made golden.

Age never mattered
To the kindred spirits.