There was a girl
With a plaid skirt,
A red bow,
And lovely pink cheekbones.
She carried a smile,
Sometimes a laugh,
When we ran through
The church parking lot.
She was so fast
In her white stockings
And little black shoes
That it became hard
To keep up with her.
I wonder when,
I wonder why,
She stopped playing tag,
I wonder how it was
That she forgot
How to run.
I miss you, my friend,
You were the best there ever was.