THE FLASHBACK

A poem about a person having a flashback on how she met her close friend

I was about four,

Was sitting on the shore.

And it was around two,

That’s when I met you.

 

You were strolling down the beach,

In your hand you held a peach.

On your face you had a smile,

And you wore the latest style.

 

You turned to look at me,

And then you smiled with glee.

“I might get a friend” You said

And happily shook your head.

 

Towards me you made your way,

From the big beautiful bay.

“Hey there “ said I

And then you said “hi!”

 

`Bout ourselves we talked,

Through the beach we walked.

Quick friends we became

And then we played a game.

 

This was last December,

The time I always remember.

As I hold my guitar and strum,

Thinking about the days to come.