You were  4 and I was 15,
we were riding our scooters,
unsteadily wobbling down the sidewalk
One next to the other,
Laughing as you spit
Because you caught a bug in your mouth,
Then you rode ahead of me
With your plastic three wheeled scooter.
I called out your name
as your body
went farther into the distance,
past the stop sign in which mother told us not to pass.
I stopped and shouted for you to turn
Or to hear your voice shout back,
I stood, listening
for any sound indicating
that you were there as I
Rushed to catch up
only to have you grow smaller,
and smaller.

My eyes clouded with tears
as I saw your silhouette
Your curly black hair moving in the air
Like the waves of an ocean
drawing someone in to its deep dark abyss