To Nathan

by Anna Larson, September 2016

To my oldest friend: I'm sad to see you go. We were the dream team as kids, a lean green machine. I shouldn't pretend it was perfect, that would be mean, but it still doesn't change a thing. I was the brains and you were the brawn. Actually, we were both the brains because our only weapons were our minds and your vicious volleyball skills. We grew up as parapllel lines. You would cry, and two years later, I would cry, and you would learn about responsibility, and soon, so would I. You're on a roller coaster on top of the hill, and I am two seats behind you, but that's okay because you would always tell me what was coming up next. Now you're on the ride, and I'm still here wasting my time shouting directions at the children in the back. You were better at that. I guess I'll just have to be patient. Until then, see you around.