It's odd

At first
We were simply polite

Then,
We were friends

Now,

We are sometimes
Children
And talk
Of petty things

We are sometimes
Adults
And talk
Of stress, sadness,
And other things
Not for children

We are sometimes
Encouraging
We will take turns
Telling the other
Why they need to live

But most of all
We are always
*Friends

You may be older, but
your immaturity says you're the younger one.

I may be younger, but
I've lived long enough to know whats right.

You may be older, but
your stories show that you haven't learned a thing.

I may be a child, but
I do not judge by appearance.

You may be the adult, but
you only show the goals you've reached.

I may be a teenager, but
I am lead by the unreachable.

You may be older, but
I am not a child.

Could you risk a memory
Without expectation
For tomorrow?
Could you risk a kiss
Without pride
Making demands of love?
Could you risk a morning
With the promise of the sun
Knowing it will set?
Could you risk the passion
Not as another scar
But as your closest friend?

You first met
on the playground

She wanted to play
a game

You suggest
rock
paper
scissors

She abides

1
2
3

You throw rock
and she throws paper

She wins

Again and again you play
she wins

And you don't mind.

You see her there
standing

Not that girl anymore,
not the ******* the playground

But a more beautiful woman
and she holds a baby

Yours.

You admire her for a moment
before the squels and cries

She holds out a hand
rock
paper
scissors

You hold one out too

1
2
3

You throw rock
and she throws paper

She wins.

And you don't mind.