Our childhoods crested
with the fiery sun, the same
sun which once guided our terrific
adventures.
How did time fall
like sand through our hands?
Somewhere gods worship the secrets
we exchanged as kids in the mud.
My life-altering friend,
Would you gently forget me?
Do you know it’s you
for whom all bellflowers weep?
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