Sat. Aug 13th, 2022

By | Connie Xie

We walked hand in hand, 

through the back alleys of our neighborhood. 

The warm summer evenings on our way home,

became a scrapbook of memories. 

I saw as we raced to see who ran faster down a hill,

a promise to travel the world.

Our secrets, sketched upon the palms of your hands. 

A blur of test papers and chalk boards. 

You became a breeze,

 in my elusive childhood memories.

This morning two girls ran past me. 

Holding hands while laughing,

on their way to preschool.

Mirroring us. 

Best Friends

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