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