Twin Braids

Twin braids bouncing down the hall,

The years of adolescence are the best part of it all.

Pinky promises sworn to the grave,

and friendships are made to be stolen away.

Growing pains, the Lords name in vain.

All of it means nothing,

but I could’ve sworn it meant everything.

We were real, weren’t we?

Not just some memory I made up in my mind.

We were special, weren’t we?

The person who knew me deep down inside.

The person who saved me when I wanted to die.

I think back on those two twin braids

and wonder would it have stayed the same?

Or did you come into my life just to save me,

and then left when I was okay?

I guess I should thank you and be on my way.

But maybe I’ll stay and we can talk for awhile,

and remember the secrets that got lost in our brains.

And then would everything feel the same?