All That it Ever Was
All That it Ever Was
in brightly colored paints we wrote our names in the sky
best friends from the beginning
an inevitable bond
we dreamed together of growing up so quickly
being older and bigger and smarter but not bitter
phone calls are distant
communication is severed
I dread the thought of forgetting your voice
calling me solely for favors
but never to rejoice
I would say i’m disappointed
but it is no surprise
when idealistic youth
is forever in our skies
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