One might say I loved you.

Sandboxes and puppy paw print tires
is what I remember of you.
Long hot summers spent splashing knee deep in plastic pools.
Cold winters spend building forts,
bundled up so tightly we could spend hours out there.

I used to sit at your fence and have conversations with your dog,
convinced he was the only one who understood me.

King,
Of the backyard you were.
I,
was your queen.