i still remember the first time we met in third grade
you had on a maroon cashmere sweater with rolled up jeans and white vans
even though it was the middle of august
you had freckles splatted across your nose
i later found out that you had them all over your body, too
but, that's another flash back
you were really quiet and so was i
i figured it was a sign
i was afraid to talk to you
because you were so different
and that made you interesting
so i watched you
i even drew you
we were stick figures holding hands
underneath the giant oak tree in the school yard
i had always loved that oak tree
i coloured your hair white because my crayola box didn't have the colour blonde
i coloured my hair red
because i was obsessed with the little mermaid at the time
i chicken scrawled the words best friends above our heads
and finished the drawing
with crooked smiles on our face
we looked perfect together
you were sitting against the giant oak tree
squishing ants with your thumb
i placed the drawing next to you
my face was as red as a cherry
you looked at the photo and smiled
as you folded it up and tucked it in your planner
you patted next to you and we sat down
and talked until recess was over
i knew you were special,
and i think you knew it, too.
YOU ARE READING
It's Not Like I Planned It This Way (Watty Awards 2013)
PoetryIn the midst of a world that disagrees with everything you do, Florence struggles to figure out who she and what her purpose in life is when a deathly accident occurs. As she is in limbo, or so she thinks, she reminisces on the good and the bad of h...