The new and the shiny

I wonder sometimes

About some people I have met in the past few years

Would they have been mine?

Would I have been theirs?

Would we have had a similar understanding?

Of the ups and downs of life back then

Would we have sat on the platform

And counted local trains by the hour?

Would we have roamed the roads

Hours after everyone was in bed?

Would we have sung sad songs aloud

When one of our hearts got broken?

Would we have climbed a tree

To escape a bunch of people we annoyed?

Would we have got drunk on Benadryl

And thrown up on each other’s shoes?

Would we have cried in the rain

When death took away a loved one?

Would we have sat by the sea and held hands

To try and hold time back?

Would we think we would be together

Through time, distance, relationships?

I will never know

But I think, not.

Only because we are not what we were

Maybe these friendships are more

Because they carry the memory of youth

And the flavour of a life lived.

I can never be theirs

They would never be mine

Not all the way

But they bring colour to life

These new people

They make the journey better

And maybe, right now

Is when we were meant to be

So we could be.