Strangers

May 8, 2009
By Kaylee Traver BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
Kaylee Traver BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
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Tall. Funny. Handsome.
Late nights talking.
Full days texting.
Basketball games, bowling, golf.
Movies, Taco Bell, and lacrosse.
Cuddling up, a kiss on the forehead,
I’ll never forget those words he said.
That smile he had I’ll never forget,
even though now it’s as if we never even met.
Not friends, not even acquaintances, just strangers:
I have lost my protection from all of life’s dangers.
I laugh when I think about the fun times we had,
then I think some more and it makes me sad.
Heartbreaking that it’s over
gone forever,
but I’ll never forget it—not now—not ever.
We have so many memories, don’t you see?
So how is it that you don’t even miss me?
You walk by without a hug, not even a smile;
I thought it’d only be that way for a while.
But the days are getting longer and longer,
why can’t I just be stronger?
I still listen to our band,
and I still long to hold your hand.
You forgot about me long ago,
I try to do the same, but I still miss you so.


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