Tribe — NaPoWriMo Day #25 — a poem for childhood friends

It was eons ago
when it all made sense,
when we were friends,
when life and love
seemed not to end—
when taboo was a game
and tribe was a scent
and music would surround us
wherever we went—
when icicles were candy
and snow was to be thrown,
when innocence was not just bliss
but all we'd ever known—
when glances were romances,
your arrival a surprise,
your staying life-changing,
your leaving devastating—
when dreams could be held
and wishes counted on,
when whatever we felt
was what we spoke upon—
when we knew everything
yet nothing at all,
when the world was a playground
and you broke my fall—
it was eons ago
but I won't
let you go—
it was eons ago
but I want
you to know.

Photo by: Michal Janek