I'm the type of person that cant let anything go,
I like to hold on to things even when they have long since gone.

Today, I found I liked the smell of sun screen,
It takes me back.
The pink and white flowers (that are actually weeds)
I claim to hate,
They bring a familiarity to me,
At my old house they were everywhere.
Reminded of the days of yesteryear,

When we:
Ran like idiots playing freeze tag,
Jumped around laughing,
Attempted to do cart wheels in the backyard.

I look at the faces in my head,
Our ten year old selves smiling back,
Ridiculously stupid fights,
The not-quite-there late nights,
Card games and dueling.

But, with the scent of sun screen,
A gaze at my soccer ball,
Walking past that house,
Then everything comes rushing back.

I wish for that time again,
Because everyone was fine,
No one could hide behind a plastic mask
Everyone was so close.
Now we've all drifted every which way.
People moved on and people moved away.

But, ever so often,
we slip into a shadow of our old selves,
Easily talking about everything and nothing
I love those moments,
When I can see the ten year old again.

A second later we remember and
The walls go back up as we walk away from each other,
Morphing into the real us
All grown up.

Go ahead and snicker
When I suggest a game of hide and seek.
But I know, that ten year old,
is still there wanting to come out and play,
Dying for you to say yes.