Best Friends, Erin Marshall

If we were months of the year

We’d be right next to each other,

One following the other.

Sweet succession running and dancing together.

If we were bugs

We’d fly after one another;

Giggling and chirping,

As we tumbled down into the grass.

If we were old dogs

I’d lay down my tired bones next to yours,

And breathe slowly with a chew toy in my mouth.

I wouldn’t even wake you up.

I don’t need to.

We were girls together,

We were boys together,

We were the sun and moon,

We were the dirt and sky,

The sand and the water,

The night and the stars,

No matter where we’d go,

We glittered in a pair.

I’ll never owe enough to that kindergarten carpet.

I’ll never owe enough for growing up with you.

I’ll never owe enough to the food we’ve eaten,

To the places we’ve gone,

To the places we’ll go,

To the people we’ll become.