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October 3, 2010

When We Were Young

I huddled over the vents and let the warm air fill up my t-shirt,
warming my body like breath from God.
After a while the grate leaves imprints on my feet, tiny racing strips from the metal design.

I’d let you run your finger over those grooves. Let’s rewrite childhood to give you a scene.

We fall in love at camp over a game of flashlight tag; you breathing heavy, me nervous as hell.
I’d find you in the underbrush, hiding from your teammates.
We hide together, asking what time the other is heading to chapel.
Later I try to catch your eye, waiting to see if you will take the open seat beside me.
I wrote your name in my favorite book and left it in your bag so you wouldn’t get lonely on the ride home. Resting our heads against the windows in the backseats of our parent’s cars, thinking about the last few days and the feelings that will never fade.
It’s a shame Facebook is still ten years away.
I cannot hold a candle to that week because we didn’t live in the real world, we existed in dream.

Dreams are as powerful as reality when we let ourselves feel the weight of them.
You were the Hollywood movie carving new synapses in my brain. You were my Inception.

We are older now, but we did it when we were young.