The song.

That song.

The one we sang in the car

All those years

It became

The symbol of our friendship.

A small town girl

And a city boy.

Late nights out at Tim Hortons,

Large double-double and Polar Ice gum,

A top speed on the highway,

One freezing midnight

When we took the stop signs from the trail.

Fire pickets

Cadet trips

Drinking buddies

That song,

The song,

The one that always brings me back.

Those days were when I learned to not just exist

But to live