I can still remember the day
we threw sticks off the bridge
and raced each other to see
whose would come out first.

We laughed at the pebbles
clinging to our feet,
and hummed wordlessly to each other,
guessing at the songs.

We took vows to always come back,
while we bathed in the light of
our own skin, and braided our
sun-stained curls with wildflowers.

These are the parts that last forever,
and no matter what you turn into,
I always feel the need to hold you up
for the world to be proud of.

Just because no one else cares,
just because they threw you out,
doesn’t mean they won’t stop
the memories flowing in.