The wind how it blows
Turning the pages
Turning to face the old me and the old you
How I’ve missed the laughter
I miss the silliness
I miss starring at the stars with you
Running down the hall to find you
Looking through peep holes to avoid those that didn’t understand the fun
How freeing it was to have you around
To forget
To remember
To keep running until we couldn’t run anymore
Collapsing into ours beds
Laughing until there was nothing to laugh about
Life has separated us
But I still live the memories of our friendship each day
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