Hands tucked together, taking strolls in the evening cozy breeze!
Steps aligned in rhyme, surveying the horizon below.
Mental apparatus supposedly running on a single bandwidth, reflected by echo’s of laughter’ even from the silliest of jokes.
Check off at the library, it’s time to carry books home.
Heads hooded on tables , assignment in progress.
The curtains fall on the mischief’ act and “who were you with?”, the familiar faces “J, K & S”
At the pools deepest end and something tugs at your feet, a hasty retreat to the surface and “shit, it was you K.”
And more often than not, the water fights that left every one with reddish eye-balls, and limbs too tired and lazy.
Oh, the many faces at every phase and turn. Only the apparel’s kept changing but one constant remained, my HEART, my best friend never changing, continuously tagging and being tagged in silent telepathy.
So was there ever a one constant friend you can name without having to scuttle through the many phases and turns of life, if not your heart?