And just for thought...
She never let my beer get too empty, always another round coming,
as we discussed the shambles of the world we live in.
It's always like looking in the mirror with her,
a reflection of myself lost in time, growing older.
She brings a part of myself back that no one else can touch.
I remember sitting with her, talking about the rest of our lives,
never really believing they would happen.
Brown hair dyed red and our halter tops are now sweaters.
We have come far but we have not lost our fight.
Every time we sit together it is as if we never left even if months have passed.
We sat on my deck, no longer the porches of our parents,
asking each other if we would do anything differently.
Looking at her, I knew I was right where I wanted to be
although another bottle of wine would have been nice.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.