Is That Still the Plan?
I remember a time
Seems like yesterday
When things were different,
Less complicated.
Barbie dolls strew across a yellow quilt
Fairytales played to life in the backyard
Picnic lunches
Coloring pages
Doing each other’s hair.
That’s not to say we didn’t fight
We did- it was petty then, too
But we were closer
Emotionally, geographically
Now you’re miles away
And I’ve found I don’t know you
At least not as well.
It’s always been a competition
In one way or another
And you were always ahead
Always doing it first.
One grade ahead
Smarter and quicker
First to date
First to graduate
First to leave home.
You’ll probably be first to
Walk down the aisle
Raise a child
And that comes after.
But now you see
How hard life can be
And I finally think I’m “ahead”
I hate feeling this way
Besides, we’re friends,
Basically sisters
And yet it’s not like it was before.
We were always different
You liked soccer
I liked dance
You were loud
And I was quiet
But that’s why we were friends.
Now it seems like it just doesn’t work
We’ve grown apart, in a few short years
No longer confidents
No longer “sisters”
Just friends.
And as natural as that is
As normal and common
It still hurts, so much.
I want it to be like before,
When we’d stay up till three
Eating ice cream
Talking about boys.
Watching Veggie Tales
Though we were too old for cartoons.
Swapping our junk
Sharing our secrets.
My childhood is littered with you
What am I supposed to do without you
You were my best friend
And now I don’t have one.
Maybe it was best
We were opposites, anyway
But you said we’d have wheelchair races
In the halls of our nursing home
And I want to know if that’s still the plan.
I still want to…
Be harshly critical of all your boyfriends
Plan your wedding
Be your bridesmaid
Host your baby showers
Watch your kids on date nights
Have tea and coffee cake
Talk about our aches and pains
Complain about our husbands
Miss them when they’re gone
And, of course,
Have wheelchair races.