Friendship

We were sitting by the willow tree.
Laughing and playing as we climb.
Wondering what we will find in its branches.

And we found a treasure,that is not gold.
It's something we were always told.
We were told to value memories.

For they do not last.
As adults,we will back at our past.
Smiling while thinking of our childhood friends.

Eating icecream and singing friendship is forever.
Eventually we parted ways,however.
Our lives changed over the years, and so did ourselves.

Our personalities and hobbies.
But not the color of our eyes.
Being with friends on a summer night,catching fireflies.

As we all make our wishes.
Celebrating a special occasion with family, as we  empty the dishes.
As we visit the same old willow tree.

Wishing we could be kids again.
Maybe,for just a day.
Then all my problems would go away.

As I face the younger me,looking at her dreams and desires.
As someone finally lights that same old flame in my heart.
And then waving goodbye as we depart.

But still keeping a connection.
And maybe,giving the same old affection.
The one I always dreamt of.

The one I will never get tired of.
And the person I  will never leave.
Because you made me believe.