Twenty-eight years of friendship
One of the oldest friends I have
No matter how long it’s been
Since we saw each other or talked
We can pick it up like
There was no gap at all
Reflecting on our friendship
I am reminded
Of a day in third grade
Not long after we met
When we almost weren’t
You were new to the school
And I wanted to be your friend
But others in my social circle
Decided you were “too weird”
Or something like that
(I honestly don’t remember
All of the details)
And they didn’t want you
To play with us
I stood my ground
Their logic just wasn’t logical
So what if you were “weird”?
We were all weird
They didn’t like my resistance
One even alluded
To our friendship being over
Hurt by their words, I ran
No longer wanting
To talk to them
The “rift” didn’t last long
And you quickly became
An integral part
Of our group
It’s crazy to think
That all of my years
Through elementary,
Middle school and highschool
Would not have had you in them
If eight year old me
Had listened to them
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