We were six that year. It was
During the holidays, and you wanted to play
Hide and seek. I looked everywhere for you.
There wasn't a single place I hadn't searched.
I called your name, but you wouldn't answer.
I wailed, foolishly thinking I had lost you. Then
You ran to me, beaming, triumphant
That you had won the game. You
Laughed at me, telling me you were behind the bushes.
So I smiled, content to have you back, and
We walked back home, giggling on the way.
We are thirteen now. Tears spill out of my eyes,
Rolling down my cheeks. I can feel hot streaks
Burning my face. But what does it matter, compared to
The pain in my heart? I call for you, so desperately,
Yet you ignore my pleas for you to return. You
Only laugh at me, along with those
Popular girls you call your friends. How I wish,
Right now, that you'd come running back to me
Just like you used to.
But you don't.
And so I know, deep down
I have lost you once more,
Never to be found again.
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Those Days
PoetryInnocence is bliss. I used to wish I'd grow up sooner. I thought growing up was all about getting taller and having more freedom. Just a few years ago, the only problems I had to worry about were bad grades and broken friendship. Even though I thoug...
