Dawning Creations

I miss the clicking of keys
rhythmic and sincere in their song

The time spent
digging into the bottom of a box
stuffing our cheeks with Cheeze-itz and Middlesworth.

Studying hard
and scraping by
surviving this thing called anxiety

Played out before us
were tests and games
and names of those
that never leave our brains

I miss those days
I remember the guys and their antics
They’re precious warmth

waiting to bring us back to ground

The TV room was our kingdom

Ours and ours
Alone

Our guys,
our best friends.

I miss their brutal honesty,
their protective gaze and arms thrown over our small shoulders

Where are they now?

Are they married like we two?

Are they OK?

I think about us and them
all of the time