A Friendship Letter

We sit at round tables.
We share crayons.
We colour outside the lines,
As we laugh without even trying.

As we get older, 
We exchange crayons for folded origami notes,
Passed through school hallways.

Late nights.
Early mornings.

We hold hands during weather warnings.
We dance under the dandelion-filled skies.
We swim in the ocean without any disguise.

As we get older, 
We exchange origami notes
For lipstick-sealed letters,
That we leave on boys’ porches.

I pretend the letters are just words,
We both know my heart is on fire with a million torches. 

We share our deepest secrets, 
Our darkest shames, 
This is where we start to learn the rules of the game. 

He loves me,
He loves me not, 
He loves me,
He loves you more.
Who was even keeping score?

We graduate. 
I forgot to reply to your save the date.
We drift apart with the chasm of a broken heart. 

A friendship tethered so deeply in the fabric of our souls.
Our friendship was meant to break the rules.

Years drift by without a sound,
We find out that we live on the same solid ground.

We fill in the missing where, what and how. 
We have our own children now.

They will sit at round tables, 
And share their crayons.
We will listen to their sounds of laughter being passed around. 

True love and friendship are the ultimate sounds left to resound.