of nicolette

i rode my bike to your front door. i didn’t ring the bell,just rattled the letterbox  

you opened the door almost immediately,grabbed your bike and we set off on our suburban adventure 

we always had that ability to make the mundane almost bearable. exploring what other people would ignore. 

down the road we rode ; wheels spinning,shirts waving in the wind,that wind hitting our summer skin. 

where we were going didn’t matter. we didn’t even know ourselves. 

we rode down to the junkyard downtown. we jumped on trash and discovered hidden wonders. the smells and sights were beautiful to us. we weren’t made for the sidewalks. we weren’t made for this part of the world. 

i stashed the new old treasures in my backpack,and we travelled off to the park. there,i took off my shoes and walked barefoot on the warm pavement.  gravel stuck between my toes and you watched whilst sitting on the swing. 

things were simple,yet so damn complicated at the same time. 

the sun beating down on us in that park,i felt happy. cynical at the world,but happy in that mooment.  we barely talked,but when we did it was about the future and the present and what we wanted to do with our lives. i pretended we didnt care,but truth was,we didn’t want to end up like the ones people called our guardians. 

we weren’t the wasted youth or anything like that. not yet anyway. we were the Almighty bored. nothing to do but make our own pleasures. 

i just remember little details about those times. my hands being sticky from fizzy pop and jelly worms,dirt in my fingernails from digging up the things nobody else wanted,and the feeling of independance we felt. we didnt need anybody else. friendship and lazy afternoons were all we needed. the future beckoned us,and we had no real idea of what it held,but we were strong enough to take on whatever was waiting for us.