That was the girl
I swung freely in the fields with,
The one I became a power puff girl with,
In our black-striped suits, running across the lawn,
The girl I caught green-speckled toads in the swamp with,
Every day.
That just passed me by.
Painful expression set coldly on the face.
Slugging along,
Slowing the pace of the halls.
Movements marking the fact,
That her better days are in fact in her past.
Rainbow colored chalk afternoons have been stored,
In her grubby garage.
She passed me by.
With the arms dangling down.
The beaded friendship necklace,
Replaced.
With her rebellious collection of chains,
Crashing bitterly together.
Unsettling strings of black greased hair
Sting my eyes,
Making them water.
Gone are the strawberry-blonde braids
I used to know.
She passed me by.
I knew she wouldn’t look me in the eye.
The eyes were intended to be down as she
Drowns herself in a fog.
See, she is different now.