Maybe We'll Be Friends

Maybe we'll be friends

When we grow up

And fit inside another pair of shoes

And live another life,

Or maybe we'll only be neighbors

Who vaguely recall names

And the knowledge

We knew each other before.

We'll share similar scars

But only go skin deep.

We'll talk about the weather, 

Our cars

The jobs we keep. 

What about family?

No, we don't talk about our families.

They're the reason for our scars,

For our shallow, earthly conversations

With these people who share our lives.

Maybe we'll friends

When we grow up

And set out on our own

And cross a thousand deserts,

Only to return

To this familiar place

And make it our home.

Or maybe we could be lovers

Or friends who loved enough

To change the surface of our lives.

The thorns turn into roses.

The house needs new paint.

I think my wound started to bleed

As soon as you said hello. 

Maybe we'll be friends

When we both grow up,

Or maybe only friends right now

When something happened to align. 

Can we be friends for life?

I don't know half of what that means,

But it seems a lovely thing.

Maybe we'll be friends

When we both grow up

And fit inside another pair of shoes

And live another life.