Reflection.

Cold wet grass.

Empty swing set.

Grey skies.

Perfect reflection of what we all became.

The past.

I would go back, tell myself, warn myself.

This wont last.

Sunshine and laughter.

Natural bliss.

Childhood innocence.

Love.

Cherish.

Remember this.

Happiness.

Playing.

Nothing else.

Friendship-didnt matter who you are.

Nerds with Jocks. Pot heads and Goths.

We didn’t care.

It didn’t matter.

Do you remember?

The past.

I would tell myself.

Remember your best friend.

I never thought we wouldn’t talk.

Boys and crushes.

Who likes who.

Love letters.

Now just another number.

We stopped caring.

And this is growing up?