Failure Is Not Just For Failures

"Kyle stop." Your icecream was melting onto my chalk drawing on the sidewalk.
We were seven years old again.
"Awh come on Morgan. We've been out here for hours and it's hot... my icecream is melting."
"I'm almost done." I worked faster.
You ate what was left of your broken and melted icecream cone and began to lick your fingers as you peeked over my shoulder.
"Your tree is crooked."
I looked down.
It was crooked. "Let me just fix it."
You reached down and grabbed my hand before I could start again, pulling me to my feet.
"Come on! Let's go see what's on tv."
Without any effort you dragged me to my house.
You were always stronger than me.

Maybe if I wish really hard, we can go back to when we were still young. Before the lies.
Before what happened.