Last night I found myself inside the strangest dream
I was 9, and you were 10
We were on Wallace, behind your old apartment, across the street at Mark Sheridan park (the old Sheridan, before construction turned it into a garden) playing tag.
You tapped my shoulder with a smile and I reached out to you, but you pulled away...
You didn't want to be it, so you broke out into a sprint.
I followed
Running and smiling
With each step I grew closer I grew further away
Each time you seemed like you were two inches away, you were really nine feet.
I couldn't make any sense of it
Then the ground started to shake
I looked down to see a movie of every moment in our friendship playing out before my eyes.
The pet shop days, the late night bored phone calls, the 8th grade graduation parties, our pixie stick in coca cola experiments, the lazy weekends, every summer spent soaking up the sun, all the boyfriends, the break ups, bittersweet makes ups, every tear, hug, laugh...
Every
Single
Moment.
I watched it all from the beginning
I looked up slowly and saw you watching in awe with me
But you weren't 10 anymore
I looked down at my hands, and I wasn't 9.
We were us; our current selves, watching the past.
The ground shook once more and a crack divided the ground where we stood.
Creating sides..
Your side
And mine
We tried stepping towards one another, but each time our feet hit the pavement the crack grew larger.
We stopped and stared.
Unsure of the next movement to make you closed your eyes, and I closed mine.
When I opened them, I awoke.
