Written for my best friend.

To be sixteen again
in clashing denim
knee-high socks and
hi-tops
White Stripes guide us
we somehow manage to purchase
bottle of Smirnoff
in un-tucked sailor tops and
mis-mtached polka dots
old bus tickets and love declaration
Oasis, Beatles fixation
adorn our letters
when our mothers won't let us
be together after school anymore
Still feel sore