I miss you

the words I try to hide

I think you boys fell in love with me, 

I know I love you.

We aren't the romantic triangle

or the hugs and love type

just the friends that fell together and shared our dreams.

Fabulous tales of hypothetical places 

gurilla gardenening deep in the bush country.

Adventures threw parks and hour long bus rides,

dreams of blowing glass pipes and bongs, huting with hand made bows,

eating sorel and bread of grain we grew