Old Friends

Late at night,
Or rather, early in the morning,
We're tucked in tight,
And we do the typical sleepover thing.
We play a game,
A round of fun,
And laugh and call names
'Til the night's almost done.
But when we settle down for sleep,
We whisper together
Secrets we'll keep
Forever and ever.
We talk of God,
Of things in our past,
That paths we've trod
And the lines we've cast.
We plan futures near,
And talk of boys
And other things dear,
How we're too old for toys
But too young to go away
To far New York, Pittsburgh, or even Philly near.
We plan the day
We'll come back here
And meet again.
We'll remember old times
As dearest friends,
Making rhymes
Without a reason why,
Singing songs,
Our laughter peeling high
Or low like deep gongs.

I'll love you guys,
And I'll miss you so,
But through life's lows and highs,
Apart we'll never grow.

~ December 30, 2008

To Sarah and Katie.