What We All Had...

Peacock colors on oversized sunglasses.
Putting designed band-aids where there is no scab.
Matching shirts even when it's not twin day.
Making your business mine, and mine yours.
Sneaking out, even though no one is there to catch us.
Watching movies over and over to apply them to our own lives.
Living life like its a musical and this is our last preformance.
Never really listening to what the other says.
Giving advice when it's not needed.
Painting our faces for no reason.
Talking about the TV show we would never have.
Giving ourselfs chocolate face moles.
Forking yards.
Rolling down ji-norm-ous hills on the side of the road marked "no parking".
"Lets just swim in our cloths"
"I want to be Domino"
"I want to be Jude"
"K then I'm Amadine"

And that's how it was.
As far as we were concerned...that's how is would stay...

But it didn't.

It's like it happened out of nowhere.
As if waking up and missing 8 years of your life and trying to catch up in 30 seconds.

And no one knows how.

And no one can.

And the distance is too long.

Even though one is down the road.

Elenor Rigby died and was burried along with her name...and no body came.