i once had a dream
you were there
i was in this sleek polished oak rowboat... on a weeping willow lake
you were rowing, and looking ever so handsome in your letter jacket
i was sitting on the cushioned seat, in a beautiful pink flowing dress
with a parasol, and the wind blew my chiffon and brushed my golden blond hair, letting it sparkle and shine in the warm spring sunlight
i was like an angel, you said,
you couldn’t stop pinching me, just to see if i was real
looking at my tan skin, blue eyes, sweetly curving body shape
and you talked to me
when we used to talk, you would call me Casper, or marshmallow
or four-eyes, or nerd-magnet
you were so witty!
i used to laugh at all your jokes
more then the others, anyway
i always listened to your conversations
that rose when your grandma died in fourth grade, that was mine
you never thanked me, but that’s all right, i could tell that you were pleased with it
you gave it to Suzi.
but we never talk anymore
not your fault, of course, there’s so many people in our grade
and high school is so much busier then middle, it’s no wonder that you’re always busy or
not home whenever I call
i guess that the note i taped to your locker inviting you to Homecoming someone stole
when we pass in the hall, and i say ‘hi’, i don’t blame the fact that you can’t hear me
or see me
or touch me
or hear me cry at night
it’s not your fault
