And we were girls together.
Stumbling, crawling our way through adolescence.
Huddling under sleepover blankets trading secrets,
exchanging thoughts and wants for our future.
As I stand with you here, twenty some years later,
on the top of this mountain, overlooking your new home,
Distant lightning from impending storms illuminating
the sky in all directions,
us wrapped in a blanket, taking it in,
I think about how this is the way it alway is,
ever since I’ve known you.
Us facing storms alongside each other and that
it seems so strange to be women now
but far easier with you.
And how grateful I am for a thunder facing friend
Truly, there’s nothing more you can ask for in this life
that would ever be any better.