Wanted

When we were young,
they used to make fun of us,
always fooling around,
making weird faces,
slapping each other
on the butts
and making up silly pet names,
"Pumpkinhead….Donutbrain."

As we got older
and things evolved,
so did the problems,
the erstwhile affections,
the games
that made living tolerable
and sane
in that crazy kid way.

We became adults
with rules
and sundry needs.

And the days
where who we were
was framed
by how we looked
into each other's eyes.

That was a different
lifetime ago.

Wanted: Someone I need to get a room with.

runningturtle87