Days like these

I hold a dandelion to my lips,

The skeletal puff of its existence -

And I blow on it gently

After thinking hard:

What should I wish for?

For my friends to never have to leave?

To stop being so behind

Always always

So stressed?

Should I wish for more laughter

And less solemn silence

Or bigger-world problems

I hate to have to consider?

Finally, I settle on this feeling.

So simple, so pure,

As I see my two everythings 

Running ahead of me on the track,

Hoodies tied around their waists,

Hair blowing in the breeze,

Laughing, talking, calling,

"Catch up! C'mere, c'mere, come on, you can do it!"

Laughing

Smiling

The summer sun

The wind

The air

The dandelions

The field

The track

The gravel

My sneakers as they join

The other two pairs -

I wish

For more days like these

Of playing and laughing and being joyful and free

Not worrying about anything else,

Just...having our childhood back, a little.

Golden

Pure

Incredible.

I wish for more days like these

Because I want them to last forever -

So absorbed in so many other dramas

That we forget who we are,

What this is,

Why we are what we are to each other,

Sometimes even

Forgetting what we are to each other.

Invaluable.

I wish for more days like these

Because it's the only thing

That lightens my heart.