We Fade

[pinkrobot]

There was a time when I could have said

It feels like we’ve known each other forever.

Now, I might say

It feels like we’ve never met.

Friendships

That feel like dreams—

Did we really

Once flop over in the yard, sitting cross-legged, sharing different shades of pink nail polish?

Was it real when we

Played hide and seek and hid in strangers’ back yards, feeling clever and triumphant and mischievous and hoping we weren’t still waiting to be found when the sun went down?

Can you remember when we

Argued over who got to be the pink Power Ranger?

Isn’t it funny how we

Wrote notes to each other in sparkly gold ink and folded them into cute little origami shapes?

Wasn’t it weird when most of our conversations

Were about boys and kissing and wanting to be all grown up?

Wasn’t it strange when we

Started getting into trouble?—not the kind of trouble where our parents grounded us, but when the police caught us and the judge sentenced us?

Wasn’t it surprising

When we realized they were all just memories, buried, fading, the way dreams begin to fade upon waking?

Isn’t it sad how we

Share these memories but

It feels like we’ve never met?

[Hobbes]

Yes I can relate. The 'feels like we never met' theme is very haunting. Quite beautiful Pinkrobot - painful, yet inescapable, there is something much larger at play. Might as well accept it.