We were not close friends,
but I knew you well.
From Christ the king, and recess bells.
I remember all our laughs, our play, our friends.
Most of all, how I hate the way this story ends.
Third grade was when I saw your face,
I was in Ms. Shweck and you Mrs. Yee.
This was class of 92′ or was it 93′?
Anyway, there was laughing, teasing, shouting play.
Learning of course, Wow! how time does escape,
94′ did pass and you were not in sight.
You were missed by all, particularly more on one unforgiving night.
Things did change once you were back in the frame.
If I didn’t know much, I did remember your name,
your face the same but your hair was long.
95′ the year you bloomed
Not sure if ever we sat in the same classroom
96′ did flash.
97′ the same,
didn’t know when 1 year went
or the other one came.
we never shared the same roof,
but the South Common mall was where we would regroup.
I would see you and stare at your maroon and grey.
Thinking how beautiful it looks,
how exquisite your name…
I don’t want high school to end
because unfortunate be some circumstances, my friend.
September was sad, was it 2007?
Around the same time, some say you went to heaven.
I never got a chance to tell you so much
and now that I miss you I know time is not enough