pride

sad story-ii

I saw you in school today.

You weren't attending,

you were observing from

your wheel chair as someone

else pushed you around.

I died a little; watching you

watch everyone else.

They were walking and talking

and making plans for the future

while you wished you could join in

the way you used to.

Remember that poor girl

from last year who died

the same way?

She was remembered for

many things, but to the people

who didn't know her, she was

remembered for her charity work.

That's how I remember her.

You won't have the same legacy, I'm afraid.

And that, for some reason, is okay.

We have a lot in common,

you and I, though

all we've ever passed

between us is hi.

But I'll remember you,

not for charity work or

donated money, but for

your shortness and your

really pretty smile.

I'll remember you the way I remember them all;

with love, with regret, with "what if"s and hope

of seeing each other again someday.

-Dragonette