Missing

I miss the days when girls were gross and boys had cooties.

 

I miss the days when recess wasn't only a class period, but a place in space

     where all sense of time was lost and we just were.

 

I miss long, lazy summer nights playing outside with nothing more than each other

     and the trees.

 

I miss thinking forts made of soda cans were the greatest things and "Do you like

     me? Check Yes or No" was the biggest worry.

 

I miss when Nintendo was new and Disney was still cool with Mario and Winnie the

     Pooh being the lead men.

 

But, in all those things, there lies you.

 

And I think I miss that most of all.

 

I miss thinking that being rebellious was slamming the door on our teacher's face

     when we didn't agree with her, and sitting on the porch until time to go home.

 

I miss lazy conversations about how to make our own language with Morse Code.

 

I miss daring you to talk in different character voices, because that was the only

     way to get you to do it and I loved hearing you when you did.

 

I miss the butterflies I used to get when I grew up some and realized that you

     were more than just my buddy, that I was crazy about you.

 

I miss you.

 

What I don't miss?

 

I don't miss the feeling I got when I found out that, in your eyes, I was invisible.

 

I don't miss being in love with you from the sidelines.

 

I don't miss watching you get hurt over and over and wanting to fix it but not

     knowing how.

 

How did I go from your kid crush to your best friend to being invisible?

 

Why did you forget me?

 

I know you're hurt;

 

I can see it in your eyes.

 

I know you're lost;

 

I can see that too.

 

But I want you to know that I'm still here, on the sidelines...

 

     ...missing you.

Author's Note

Eh, review if you like. : ) Just something that needed to be let out.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

This is what poetry should be. I like the kind and gentle story of youth and friendship. The description create a vision of good friends and hope. The poem became more sad with age and separation. I like the emotion at the end. In the end the real friends are the one's that will matter. They are the people who will pick you up when we fall. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Jennifer]

Thank you all so much! I didn't expect this to even be read, let alone be reviewed so positively. I really appreciate all your kind words. :) They are very encouraging.

[Arianna]

its really good :)

[FayZodiac]

so meaningful at first it was kind of funny and all but than it changed and became full of different kinds of feelings .
it makes a person think deeply
thank you