We had the world, you and I.
It was ours, our very own,
and we did with it what we wanted.
When our friends moved away, we didn’t mind;
they were still part of our world,
and part of our hearts,
so we played on and dreamed they were here.
And- no matter the distance- to us, they were.
We got older, though-
not by a lot, but by enough.
And now it was I that went away
and instead of cutting you and I off from others
the distance kept us from each other.
Like we were no longer inside of our world,
but on opposite ends.
So I tried to visit your side once or twice,
but you’d changed.
I found out you weren’t just on the other side,
but in a completely different world-
one all your own.
You smiled when you saw me,
but his hand was the one you held.
And I knew then-
that you’d changed.
That my best friend- the little girl of long ago,
that loved me and thought boys were gross-
didn’t want our world anymore.
So I went back
and this time I stayed there,
not content, but willing to leave your world alone.
Though I’ll let you come back to ours, if you’ll try.
