Poems.

Childhood friends.

I've been thinking lately.
My best friend used to live down the street.
Until he moved to Colorado.
I wonder what we would do if we were still actively in each other's lives.
I used to do everything with him.
And my brother used to tease me about how I liked him.
I did.
And it wasn't an unknown fact.
His name is Josh.
He was nice to me,
He was one of my first friends,
He has a Polish last name,
and I remember everyone would struggle to say it,
then I would say it with ease
with a big goofy smile.
We would always ride our bikes around the neighborhood and talk about the most ridiculous things.
I really miss him living down the street.
Across the street,
two houses to the right.
I remember the first day of kindergarten.
The bus stop was in his drive way.
I clung to his side I so nervous.
He was my first best friend.
We clicked.
We constantly talked everyday until he moved when we were eleven, maybe.
I trust him with my life.
I truly do miss him.
He was my childhood best friend,
and he is always there for me now.
As I am always there for him.