Driftwood

Do you remember the time
That guy broke your heart
And I ran to your house
At almost midnight
Just to be there
For you?
How we stayed up late
Inventing stories of
All the ways we could
Get our own back
On him?

We were 13,
And we didn’t know any better.

Do you remember the time
That guy (a different guy)
Broke my heart,
And you showed up at my door
With chocolate
And we ate it together
Sitting on my bedroom floor;
Me, in tears,
And you,
The friend I always thought
I was looking for.

We were 17,
And I didn’t know any better.

Do you remember
Our time together?
Some as sweet
As honeybees
Or heather.

Sticky pastries
On the way to school,
Giggles at movies
Old and new,
Talking through life
Sitting under that bridge
With our bikes
Propped by the side,
Tired and well rid.

I showed you all my cracks
And you showed me yours back.

But our friendship
Was never built
To last.

Through the cracks
Our differences crept,
Until they took over
And all that is left
Are the memories
Of two people
We used to know.

You are but driftwood
If the river is life;
No more do I know you,
As a person never steps
In the same river twice.

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