Comments, whatever: This is written for Mushra, to Mushra, and about Mushra, my oldest friend and my best friend. We've known each other (quite literally) since the very day I was born and ever since then we've been together. Maybe we always will. And so this poem is five or six of my favourite memories of years past with her. If I could write something that would include all we'd ever done together, I think I would, though. But you know, it's hard to remember that far back. Enjoy.

Grand-

Remember the warm summer night when we were only eight,
And we put up my tent on the front lawn and tried to stay there,
And you understood when I was too scared to last the night,
We went inside and watched the moon through a window,
While my parents slept?

And I think it'd be just grand if I saw your name on the cover of a book,
If you could have everything you wanted,
If I could give you everything you gave me,
If I could understand myself the way you do,
And if you never had to stop smiling.

Remember the winter when I was so sick,
We were too naive to really understand that I could die,
And it crushed you all the same when you couldn't see me,
Even though you knew everything that happened to me,
And you still wanted to make me happy then?

And you know, I think it'd be so wonderful if we lived forever,
And I never had to worry about letting you leave my side,
And we could be there for each other no matter what,
And even if we did eventually die, we could see each other somewhere else,
And then that's all I'd want.

Remember the autumn some time past,
When we worried that we were falling in love with each other,
And I cried, I remember, we were hurt, and we got hurt together,
And in the end it was only that we'd never known such friendship,
And laughed at mistaking our feelings?

And well, I often wonder even know about what could've been,
If we didn't realize it was only a mistake,
And I don't really care, either way I have you,
And you being there is all I needed in the end,
It's meaning enough for me.

Remember the spring morning when we stayed outside,
On my front lawn and dove fully-clothed into a pool,
While my sister dragged us through it by our legs so unexpectedly,
And we ran away from spiders, and we played with wasps,
And we choked on the water?

And I think those were the best days,
The times we stayed outside, and sometimes froze,
We got hurt and you tested everything to make sure it was safe before I tried it,
Those were nice years,
I miss them sometimes.

Remember the day we went to the creek,
We slipped and fell on the slippery rocks,
And one day we even sent my cat up the stream in a box,
And I don't think he was too happy with that,
And he even kind of glared at us?

And remember the time your parents almost got divorced,
And we were going through a photo album when you almost began to cry,
And you whispered the news to me and it crushed me to see you so hurt,
And I cursed your parents to hell and back for being so senseless,
Your happiness should always come first, right?

And remember the day you fell off the back of a truck,
And you were sprawled beside the tire,
Half-unconscious and giggling like a drunkard,
And I couldn't help but laugh even as you struggled to stand up,
And you actually looked a little like a frog?

And remember the time we stood outside in summer sunshine,
And we started two serials that still go on,
Our characters were so alike in looks and we never noticed it until we showed one another,
And I think that was the day we became closer than ever,
And we haven't stopped writing since...?

And remember the time you cut yourself with a sharp dagger,
So many times over your skin, and you were grounded for a month,
You hugged me so tightly when I saw you again and we never hugged,
It surprised me, a little, but I missed you so much and you worried I was angry with you,
And I realized then that I'd never been angry with you?

And you know, those were the best years of my life,
And I never felt life meaningful until I met you,
And all I'll ever ask of you is that you don't ever leave me,
Because by now I can't live without you and if we're still together when we're one hundred,
Well, I just think that'd be grand.