I had never paid any attention
Nor had I ever said a word to her
Not even a hi, or bye, or how are you?
Never.
But when I saw her,
When I really saw her,
It brought back all these memories
Of when we were only 5 and 7
Years old.
And now we were both teenagers;
She was slender with a smile
That she'd always cover followed
By her fingers running down
Her hair.
She was a daughter of God
And I was a son, it had to be a sign!
Or so I thought.
I wrote some words, over and over
Until I got the right poem
And I asked her to be my girlfriend,
Lame I know, with poetry.
She made me wait for a whole month
Until she responded with a letter
Of her own
And she said YES.
I still remember that bright yellow lit
Word that was on the outside of
Her neatly folded paper.
I remember her bringing me a Twix,
The chocolate shed always get
After service.
Memories of my early teens,
If I'd only know the effect they'd
Have over the years where I am
Now thankful that they taught me a true
Lesson.