Poem for Trina.

Bad haircuts, bad choices,
Good laughs and good times
We’ll get through it together
Cause’ I’m yours and your mine.

The insiders and laughter
Will never grow old,
The five-hour phone calls
Cannot be resold.

No matter the changes,
No matter what year,
I can move to Alaska
You can challenge your fear,

We can grow to be older,
And go separate ways,
But a part of my heart
Will belong to those days.

From flip-flops and secrets
To unending walks,
The laughter and sunshine
And guys whom we’d talk.

So my friend, don’t be sad,
For alough we’re apart,
A little bit of our friendship
Will stay in my heart.