Clean unshaven faces
Before they became men I knew them as boys.
They were always gentlemanly, respective, and I trust them until this day with my life.
Raised right, one giving me advice about what goes on in men’s heads when I cried about a few who broke my heart. Tears down my nose and reddish eyes swollen from how much I let it all out on his shoulder.
The other is a father now, my best friend and her high school sweetheart.
Watching them smile down into tiny soft eyes is the reality of time and how it slipped through all of us.
We were kids from different towns
driving late at night several times taking each other home. Some nights they still take me home and I’m left with the smell and taste like the past is almost at my grasp but I know there’s no holding on and I’m okay with that. I didn’t even realize when I was a teenage girl that they are the friends you meet who you can’t simply get rid of. They are messy, dramatic, full of bickering, and can always find a way to make you laugh for hours. You want to hate them sometimes but you end up still loving them.
