12 years and 9 inches, esther and i

we're separated by 12 years and roughly 9 inches.
we giggle in step. sweaty arms sway at our sides.

we pass on an evening walk. and its always better to be out together. so together we continue.
she and i.
my dear esther friend.

she spots something on my arm:
my ipod.
ideas burst in my mind.
i grab one of the ear pieces.
we share.
left for esther, right for me.
hello hurricane sings to us.
she giggles. i giggle.

12 years and nine inches separate us.
colors, countries, and cultures all foreign to each other.
but we share smiles.
and a love of vibrancy, of life.

we share little girl secrets.
whispers of babies, boys, work.
12 years and nine inches.
thats all that separates my ester friend and me.