Our hands are dirty covered in Georgia clay Not an adult in sight by this creek Sunkissed skin we’ve played all of our worries away It’ll be homework and yearning for recess next week Will we still be bonded like we are now? Surely this friendship goes beyond a summer fling This incites laughter as we exclaim “no way no how” But is this to be promised with words? A ring? Expression of mischief as you reach to your pocket The dull knife breaks the skin on your hand Palm up to me “this is forever, no souvenir locket” There’s pain but it’s temporary not like us, our brand Reminiscing how badly we wanted it to be true When this scar reminds me of how much I miss you