what ever happened that summer
before we started smoking,
when we stopped being ones
and started being more than twos?
we were still climbing trees then.
i thought you would be my best
friend forever, who else would run
in the woods with me? laughing.
when we went back in September
i remember we all had our hair
cut properly, gone the awkward
fringes, like we just knew the story,
what was wrong with our parents,
how to get stares off boys
how to wear eyeliner.
we walked in the middle of the road
uncupped from our mothers
and i remember watching you lock
up your bike, and i waved goodbye.
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