A poem for the ones we grew up with
I don\'t want to say goodbye—
To my childhood, to our childhood.
I don\'t want to grow up,
I realize this now—
As we stand at the end of the road,
And on the edge of a new one.
I realize now that this road
Will divide us.
And I don’t really want to let go—
Of you,
Of our banter,
Our daily hugs—
Our silly fights and all the moments
We stood by each other.
I realize now that we’re growing up,
How precious our playtime was,
And I understand—
Goodbyes are the hardest
When you have to say them to someone
You once fought with over the TV remote.
REBELLIOUS SOUL