Years ago
In third grade
You asked me
If I wanted to be
Best friends
With you
I said yes
Because who
Didn't want
And extra best friend
Especially one
With two pet frogs
I came over
To your house
And we laughed
And played
And I'm still a member
Of The Penguin Club
When it was
Journal time
I wrote about you
And how you could
Only focus if you
Stood by the radiator
Then one day
That summer
I moved away
And I spent 4 years
Wondering how
You were doing
After moved twice more
The doorbell rang
It was you
And your mom
And your brother
You were back
We both had changed
You looked different
But the same
I probably did too
I was wearing
Shorts an
Hey there, stranger.
You're not really a stranger, I guess.
Not completely, anyways.
We've spoken, and shared quick smiles,
Almost silent 'hello's.
I've passed you in the hallway before
And I always tend to steal a glance.
You were always surrounded by so many people.
How would you act if it was just you?
You seem nice.
I think we would be good friends.
Maybe we would be the kind of friends
Who are really close, but promise it's platonic.
The kind of friends who would run around the neighborhood at night
And dance around in the freezing rain.
Who would run through sprinklers in the summertime
Despite being fully clothed.
The kind wh
Maybe Bravery is more than I thought.
Perhaps it's more than
Killing the villain
And getting the girl?
Could it be more than
Shooting a gun
And hitting the target?
What if it's more than
Saving a life
That was almost wasted?
I think Bravery is more than that.
Perhaps it's
Being the sidekick
And protecting the hero?
Could it be
Shooting the ground
Instead of the unlucky bystander?
What if it's
Saving a life
And giving up yours?
Bravery can be small
Bravery can be large
And maybe Bravery
Is found in places
We'd never think to look.