She lived along the route to grade school,
and short walk or bike ride away.
To say we were friends would be
an assumption well made and yet
we were friendly adversaries none the less.
Little did she know that I had carried
a crush for her. But never her books!
“Carry your own damn books!” she’d smile.
Daily we’d walk home after class, she
and the dumb ass who had these feelings
that had him confused and reeling,
dealing with an unknown.
All these years later, she’s never known
but now we’re both full grown
and you can’t go home again!

~ Walter J. Wojtanik, 2015

Poetic Asides by Robert Lee Brewer – Prompt 306: Childhood Poem


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