For A Friend

So when I was a few years younger than I currently I am now, I used to write poems. Cool I know right? In no way at all pretencious! You can tell I was in with the popular crowd. Anyways, one of my poems has survived my adolescence and only makes me want to climb in a hole for the rest of my life (not die in it like the rest of them do). So anyways, I wrote this for a friend. It's as cheesy as the title is, but me and my hormones were proud of it at the time.

Someday when we're young again.

lets go run through the woods. And

get lost in the comfort of where

we've always been but never knew.

Lets get confused by pathways identical. And

trees original

but so similar to the new.

When we reach that divided path,

seperated by rich green undergrowth,

where I clawed my way onto the higher path

alone on chalk and rock -

but with your words from behind the bushes,

adjacent to me

on the flat damp mud.

We should choose differently and choose a path

together. For we,

now old, know the winding way they lead.

But we won't.

Your voice will still walk with me, 

Under the canopy of branches,

Until one day...

We will trip over gnarled roots, awkward silences and mixed messages

Into a field of sun.

Lost together

Always.