those kids in my class in past school years
have been circulating my nervous system
they've been wetting my eyes
causing great reminiscent
fragile and tiny
growing bodies each night
spreading kindness
playing silly
they weren't such bad persons, infact
they were quite comforting to be around
I never talked to a bunch
only a few
they were aware of my shyness
but they accepted me regardless
some reason, I don't know how
but I miss them all at the age of 16
Alas, I am still growing freely and loosely
and all I can do is wonder about each one of them
how I long to be in class with those persons
and treasure the company of those individuals
we may not have been so close
but in my heart, I feel a bond
a meaningful grip that I hold sacred
that'll never be erased no matter the age
to be in elementary school
to be in junior high
those hours were such struggles
and confusion
but in those hours
we were all undeveloped and undressed
we were pure
before all the influence and peer pressure hit us
It could be that's what I miss the most
or it could be that it was a good feeling
to be around kids like me
who longed for adventure and imagination
outside the classroom door
I remember when someone was sad
the class was sad
and when the sun was out
our hearts were out beaming as well
my childhood may not be the best
but my childhood was a nest
that I stayed in for quite some time
before I fled the flock to become new
but the songs of the kids fill my lungs
and as I'm aging each second
there will never be a time
when I forget where I came from