We carved our names in our secret corner,
a public time capsule
left for future generations to discover
so they can know that others existed before them
and others will after.
Then we left,
wide-eyed and innocent,
full of hope and ideas
that the world needed
and quickly devoured.
Our naive innocence gone
and our hope now strengthened with an iron will
that will see our ideas through to the end.
Yet a part of us still longs and aches
for the simple times
where smiles were real more often than not,
and our fears still unknown.
We reach for nostalgia as a way to
stay connected to our past.
But as ropes are oft to do
our bonds frayed and broke
as the dreams we chased
drew us away from each other.
But that's no matter
our friendship was made for a time and a season
to hold on any longer than usual
would be to clip our wings.
We were made to fly.
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