Thick brown hair and six
Blue eyes in shades
Of green, grey and hazel paired with
Identical smiles, eye-rolls and
Silence broken by laughs and
Screams as we balance precariously
On the edge of right and wrong.
Homemade milkshakes and tubs
Of icing at 3am. We pretend
Like we couldn’t care less
Until it’s finally Spring and we
Realize how much we need
The walks behind the house as we
Plan stories we won’t write and
Lives we’ll never live and we dye our
Tongues with the sweet taste of
Blue Kool-Aid.

And then we’ll talk in hushed voices
Over mugs of hot chocolate, bowls
Of strawberries and
Sugar, daring to make promises
About the future, worrying
Over schoolwork and homework
And the way none of us know
What we’re ever going
To do when we finally leave this
Cramped stereotype of a
Town. And we all silently refuse to
Say the words that are hovering like a
Stifling blanket over the room.
No one dares to mutter that the world
Might not always be this
Simple. That one day the six blue
Eyes staring at each other will one day
Be split into blue-green, blue-grey and
Blue-hazel. Lonesome pairs in a sea
Of things we don’t know.

So instead, we share secrets
And whispers that
Hide in the teal blue wall.
Things we all know, but only
Ever acknowledge in the tiny double
Bed we don’t fit in unless we
All cuddle close and have to
Open the window to the blue
April night so we all don’t overheat
Even though we’re all cold
In the morning.
Trust lines two
Hazel-blue eyes, love lingers
In the blue-greens and
The two grayish-blue
Smile in happiness as we
Sit and read books
And watch Disney
Movies and tell stories from
The tree house at the
Edge of the forest,
Thick brown hair pulled up
In identical bunches that sway
With each step we take on
The parched Summer grass.