I still write
To you almost
Almost every day
But I don’t
Tell you anymore
In the beginning
We talked like
Newly found friends
At a summer
Camp dizzy with
Secrets and laughter
But now we’ve
Returned to our
Old life of
School and homework
Besieged with mundane
Let us meet
Again soon sitting
Around a campfire
In awe of
Each other like
The children that
We were when
We first met
