it was four winters since i had seen you,
and i had anticipated the winter of your return so much.
you were 17 now,
i was only 15.
i had gotten a new bike for my birthday,
my friends from my new highschool all had them
and it reminded me of how much i missed riding one.
how much i missed riding down the street,
with you trailing behind.
i remember setting my feet onto my new bike,
getting ready to ride in the snowy streets and dark evenings.
you ran out of your house crying,
your choice of clothing poor for the weather outside.
you wore a pair of sweatpants and a sweater that hung off of your shoulder.
you had grown so much in the 4 years you were gone.
you had become much taller than me and you looked so mature,
especially compared to me,
who you hadn't seensince you started highschool.
i almost threw my bike to the side and ran over to you,
dragging you into my house.
we went into my room which had changed in the four years you hadn't seen it,
the walls were painted a dark orange,
rather than blue.
you sat on the edge of my bed and i held your sobbing face in to crook of my shoulder,
you wouldn't stop crying.
you had told me your parents were getting a divorce,
and you were going to stay with your mother.
i just held you closer but as soon as it fell silent,
due to you no longer crying,
something inside of you snapped and you pushed me away.
you yelled something about 'not being able to do this' with me anymore.
but we weren't doing anything.
it was the last time i had seen you that winter.
