After high school,
you'll forget me
and continue
doing those
delinquent
things that
my mother
and
father
would never approve of.
In ten years,
I'll have little
runts running
around.
Pitter-patter sounds
coming from the floor.
Cries
and smiles and blonde
little curly haired
kids.
I'll remember back to
the days
you drove me
wild
and wonder
where you are now.
Maybe you'll have a family of your own.
Or maybe
you'll still be
doing those
delinquent things
that never truly
distracted me
from the person
I was insane for.
Because-
in ten years,
you'll have forgotten me
and I'll
remember you
with my family in the
other room.