Remember

Remember that summer of

nautical adventures, the one

spent in a plastic boat.

We fished and swam together.

Squeals of delight echoed

over the pond, as baby

turtles nipped each other

for bits of ham and Twinkie

Hours went by as we

laid on that makeshift dock.

Who would have known

We would grow so close.

Days where we once fought

were now spent giggling

and flirting. Ali said we had

finally grown up. Maybe.

Fourth of July boomed around

us, you kissed me. I never

told you how much that meant.

But you knew. You know.

We're older now. Different.

Sometimes things get in the way.

School. Work. Girls. Guys.

But we still go fishing.

Last year I saw our boat,

it was sitting in your garage.

Now we skate a lot, you taught

me to do that too.

But seeing our boat made

me realize a few things. Maybe

we're not so different. Maybe things

are still the same after all.

So even though we're older now

Those turtles probably still like ham

The dock remains, we're still close,

And a boom on the Fourth of July

will always make me blush.