Those Days

This here reminds me so much of the times we raced downhill. Sun in our face Wind in our backs Yelling and screaming. The hours spent in the shed with hammers nails wood wheels splinters, blood and band-aids And our first stolen kisses Dragging each other uphill again Pushing and pulling, sending each other downhill high speed Screaming and falling and quarreling All the way downhill to collect broken carts and dreams Those days... How I long to kiss your lips and feel our bodies bloom For the first time. Those days When you still loved me while I loved you as my first love But you loved me as a friend *** September 2016 Originally written for a Goodreads prompt.