We were young
British accents rolled off our tongue
Wearing gray and red uniforms
Between the chalk squares
we played hopscotch
Our black shoes and white socks flashed under our eyes
We were young
Not knowing of the farewells that came ahead of us
Stress — a term we did not even know
the world moved with our fingertips
Our imagination brought fiction to life
We were best friends
I wonder if you still remember me
Or if I am a fragment of a forgotten memory
I barely remember the hours
the days we spent together
only your name
and your yellow curly, frizzy hair
blue eyes that twinkled underneath the sun
with my black, straight hair
dark brown eyes that formed crescent moons with every laugh
Thank you for being a part of my childhood
the childhood in which I barely remember
Teaching me friendship
letting me proudly announce you as my best friend
