erin's notebook

roller skates

I miss the days where we would

cycle round the street on our bikes

pretending we were thoroughbreds

on an imaginary racetrack we created on a whim.

I miss the days where I could

knock on your door and say one single word

that convinced you

to go a long walk

that seemed to last forever

with our roller skates in our hands.

I miss the days where if I was sad,

you would only be a couple of doors away,

and it would only take a

short, warm embrace

to make me smile as bright as the sun.

I miss us

I miss you