while licking melting rocket red white blue popsicles, we soar on two swings side by side. your laugh is one of my favorite songs; it’s in the top ten, with waterfall roars & star pops.
I love looking into your eyes, the green flecks I speckled Myself lighting up as we play “i’m going to get you”, running and chasing in field, out of breath & grinning so much our smiling muscles ache.
the clouds witness our friendship, the necklace I gift you—BFF—and the high five pound it, spin, hug secret handshake no one knows but you and me. the number 29, one of hundreds of inside jokes only we know.
You’re my favorite place. our treehouse where we both run, every morning at 6 am, to be together ranks high as well. You whisper me Your secrets. I study Your face. The sun rises, & I do, too. You’re here, & that is
all
I need
to
know.
