swarm my vision
names I must remember,
my mind surrenders.
Your small face pushes from the crowd. I recognize you.
We smile,
and sip smoothies.
We begin to share, and reveal, yet always hide and cover up
the spots that we do not like so much about ourselves.
Your long perfect hair smiles kindly at my frizzy pony tail.
Our plastic smiles grin in a way of camaraderie to each other.
The choreographed movements of our body language laughs with the other's awkward motions.
Slowly. So slowly I hardly dare to breath,
like a snowflake on my mitten
our wax expressions melt.
The first breath of a friendship is laughter
the snowflake melts away.
Now our eyes look deeper into the contours of our past,
and we are just two friends
sipping our slurpies sophisticatedly from straws
and laughing about the stupidity of beginnings.
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