The first time we met
was on the playground
at Lakeshore Park.
You were six
and I was seven.
You shared your ice-cream cone with me -
Vanilla-Chocolate Swirl.
We met again a decade later
in high school,
neither of us remembered the incident at the park
until our parents showed us pictures
of us covered in the stuff
holding hands.
We stayed best friends for a three years
because I was too chicken-shit to ask you out
but somewhere along the way
our unbreakable bond came undone
you drifted off to some Ivy League school
and I stayed here
convinced I could find another way out.
After that, I pretty much forgot all about you.
That is until today,
I was at the park with my niece,
and I thought about you
I sent you a message on Facebook -
asking if you were back in town.
Then, in anticipation of our reunion,
I read what people were posting on your wall:
“Rest in Peace. You will be missed.”
****
Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 11:35 AM UTC
The first time we met
was on the playground
at Lakeshore Park.
You were six
and I was seven.
You shared your ice-cream cone with me -
Vanilla-Chocolate Swirl.
We met again a decade later
in high school,
neither of us remembered the incident at the park
until our parents showed us pictures
of us covered in the stuff
holding hands.
We stayed best friends for a three years
because I was too chicken-shit to ask you out
but somewhere along the way
our unbreakable bond came undone
you drifted off to some Ivy League school
and I stayed here
convinced I could find another way out.
After that, I pretty much forgot all about you.
That is until today,
I was at the park with my niece,
and I thought about you
I sent you a message on Facebook -
asking if you were back in town.
Then, in anticipation of our reunion,
I read what people were posting on your wall:
“Rest in Peace. You will be missed.”
****
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