it started in 3rd grade
with the baseball cards
when we became friends
as children often do
and then the years came and went
and there you were
"going out" with that girl
whose name alludes me
for the moment
that was 7th grade, if i recall correctly
but who can anymore.
8th grade started
and im sure that you thought
that i would die before
i ever got over you
but thats only because i knew you
as i know no other person
and you knew me as well,
you would just never admit it
because you were you
and i was me
and we were friends
or so you said
and walked away holding that other girls hand
as i stood there
with some stupid hope
that you would perhaps come back
and mend my broken little eighth grade
heart
but by the next summer, i had forgotten
who you were as a person,
because you never showed me anymore
and i guess i was a little sad,
but you cant miss what you dont remember,
can you?
now in highschool, i suppose that we have
regressed back to that little elementary school
friendship
that we used to have
and thats okay for now
but i still ache
where you held that other girls hand
where you hold that other girls hand
and once in a while, i forget
11:07 PM 2/10/99
aek
