I love all of your flaws.

Our

[teasing words driffting in flurries

of snow that fell

when you could have caught me

up in a parallel universe

where time stood still

and so did I.]

friendship

[built on a playground

where the swing set taught us trivial

details, paused moments of

what happens next

to your smirking arrogance and bare

walls.]

began

[reving the engine, kickstart to

"Let's go"

sit someplace where thoughts spill

hot chocolate down my too nervous fingers

lingering on the space between

us and comprehension.]

the way it ended

[blurred intentions filling

the lines we never crossed

off our infinite list

of things we'll do together

or apart.]

with hope and half truths.