Whisked away from my old life,
The February of first grade.
Plopped into a house three towns south
Of the place I used to live.
'A better school district,' I heard,
Through the thin walls of the town house.
'We have enough to buy a home,
One that will only be our own.'
Taken to the neighbors' houses,
Just to say 'hi'.
There lived an old man on the left,
And a young woman on the right.
Past the woman's house
Was a family of four.
A man, a woman, a little girl,
And a boy in my grade.
We never past the boundary
Of aquaintances, maybe we were friends at a time,
And the years passed,
Until we entered middle school.
He, having become quite popular,
Got a girlfriend in the awkward year
Of sixth grade.
I couldn't help but wonder
Why I was feeling so jealous.
Perhaps things would have
Been different if I had moved
into the young woman's house
Maybe we would've had
The classic boy/girl next door
Perhaps have been
But life is full of
And it is still early in life,
Maybe there is still hope
For the classic over-the-fence couple.
Maybe there's still time.