#childhoodfriend
We were small enough
to believe the world began
at the edge of our streets
and ended where the streetlights buzzed on.
Back when summer clung to our skin,
and our only responsibility
was to be home
“before it got dark.”
We were architects of chaos,
professionals in harmless shenanigans,
masters of the late nights,
conspirators in revolutions at Little Africa,
fueled by courage and nerve.
We swore we’d never change.
Swore we’d live near each other forever.
Swore we’d stay exactly as we were,
grass-stained, loud,
half-feral and fearless.
::then we changed::
There were seasons
when we didn’t speak.
Weeks that turned into months.
Silences that felt too heavy
for two kids who once shared
every secret like it was oxygen.
We grew sharp in places.
Proud in places.
Hurt in places
we didn’t yet know how to name.
But even in the silence,
even in the not-speaking,
you were stitched into my story.
A permanent chapter
no distance could edit out.
Because childhood friends
aren’t just people.
They’re witnesses.
To who we were
before the world rearranged us.
Before we learned caution.
Before we learned goodbye.
We’ve been reckless together.
We’ve been silent together.
We’ve been strangers for a while,
and somehow still know
exactly how the other takes their coffee.
Time did what time does.
It stretched us.
Bent us.
Pulled us into separate skies.
But somewhere beneath the years,
beneath the pride and the pauses,
there’s still that old current,
that knowing look,
that familiar laugh,
that shared history humming
just under the surface.
And when we found ourselves
back in the same town,
under that same fading light,
It didn't take long,
::one grin::
::one memory::
::one reckless idea::
And we were right back
in the middle of it,
causing just enough trouble
to feel alive again.
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 12:15 PM UTC
I'll never forget when
we were so young,
you lived next door
& we did everything together.
I'll never forget
that time I came over for your
birthday party
& we accidentally locked ourselves in the bathroom,
crying & screaming on the floor
because the handle broke off
and we thought we would never be found.
I'll never forget
when we were sent outside
of the classroom because we talked
to each other too much.
We sat on the side walk
in silence.
Staring at a crushed, sticky candy apple
glowing bright artificial red in the beaming sun on the pavement
leftover from last night's
school carnival.
I'll never forget
how we could play outside
A L L day long
until the sun went to sleep
and we smelled of freshly cut grass
with wild flowers behind our ears.
The way we would
swing so high until the tips of our toes
would touch the leaves at the top of
the trees above.
And we'd laugh nervously
when we swung back down
as our stomachs would release
a kaleidoscope of butterflies.
I still remember...
And I still smile...
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 6:21 PM UTC
So we met in middle school
Feeling oh so awkward
Both of us alone and not "cool"
Not knowing the future we walked toward
Each time we meet
It's like I'm playing a guessing game
The sound of your voice is so sweet
Each time I'm hoping nothing's the same
So we burn in the sun
And talk together at night
Reading the clouds never seemed so fun
Falling asleep until twighlight
Shared whispers
Cracking jokes
Walking along the beach shores
I feel like my love is a hoax
Each time we meet
It's like I'm playing a guessing game
The sound of your voice is so sweet
Each time I'm hoping nothing will change
Then one night, after you get home
I tell you my feelings
For me it's a guessing game,
But you say, "I'm with another guy."
I'm always playing a guessing game
A guessing game, guessing game,
A guessing game!
Guessing the feelings of the world...
Each new day brings a new guessing game.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC