friends

kneeling here, plucking blades of grass from the earth,
it occurs to me that i don’t really know you well.
yes, our smiles and laughter might suggest otherwise,
but all i really know is your name.
we play together everyday.
every day since we were three!
but have we ever really talked?
do you even know my favourite colour?
i certainly don’t know your.
let’s run back to my home now,
and get a mason jar
so we can catch fireflies tonight,
then we can sit and talk –
and i mean really talk –
because i’d like to get to know you.
oh, by the way, you can stay tonight,
mom said it was okay.

C.D.S. May 2010