"Really long title..."

"The Steady Line of Her Handwriting Breaks as Her Heart Skips a Beat"

Remember the days at a place called
The Coach Light?
Where we'd sit and talk
as the sky caught fire.
Thoughts that a single page-
could save us-
One page Glory-
Remember the days?

You weren't older than me
more learned than me-
more anything.
We were equals-
learning from each other
growing with each other-
laughing-
smiling-
writing-
Loving.

Each line had a piece of you-
and a piece of me.
Miss those days?