And Talking About Life

Let's go back to the days
Of awkward and fun
Of middle school and sitting on your carpet
Drawing and writing, and talking about life.
We can go back to when we spoke online,
And when she had glasses,
And when I had brown hair,
And when neither of us had any idea
What it is we wanted out of life.
The days where I told her everything
And she knew that she could do the same
When I wore normal pants,
When her clothes never matched.
When she wanted to get a tan,
And I didn't have a lip ring.
Let's go back to the baseball field
Pulling at the grass and talking about life
And walking to go get coffee.

And let's go back to a time
When her hair was always all pink,
And we slept on her bedroom floor.
When we would walk to the craft store
And lay on the playground, talking about life
Until the sky went out.
To the days when our school was stupid
And thought that we were dating,
And to the days of pissing people off
Just because we can.
And watching movies on her couch,
Where she had to tell me when to cover my eyes
And to wearing each other's clothes
Because they fit.
To swinging late at night and talking about life
And buying uselessness online.
Let's go back to skulking the mall,
And making fun of people.

What if we did? If we went back?
To pancakes on my front lawn.
If we went back to painting our faces
And running around town at night.
To lying on the trampoline, talking about life,
And waking up there in the morning.
To jumping in the pool with full clothes on,
The concerts, and the movies, and the boring days.
To sleeping over someone's house
Every day for a week.
We could go back, if we wanted
And I doubt it would be the same
And it's not so much that I miss the times
But I do miss the names
It's not that I miss the days,
But I do miss the girls
And even if I'm the only one
I miss the three of us.