I miss you
or maybe I just miss the memories we made
You’re still there
and I’m still here
Right next door
like we have been for almost thirteen years
I still see you every week
We still talk every week
. . . But seeing you and talking with you
isn’t the same as
being with you
I know you’re always there for me
And I hope you know I’m always there for you
But . . .
I miss you
or maybe I just miss the memories we made
***
Playing with the hose in the summer time
over at Grandma’s
pretending like we were firefighters
or whales
or secret spies with water/laser guns
We could travel the world
and be anyone or anything we wanted to be
with an old garden hose
***
Collecting moss growing on trees
and wood chips
and leaves from shrubs
and mud
we pretended like we were witches
making some magical potion
or we were super secret scientists on the edge of a breakthrough
and all we needed was a moon rock
and we would create a serum for superpowers
or we were secret spies (we really loved secrets, didn’t we?)
trying to stop the villain from collecting all the materials for a nuclear bomb
***
Sledding at your house
then my house
then your house
then my house
on winter snow days
where we would have sledding competitions
against the other super secret spy team
or we would create the biggest, tallest, thickest
snow fort the world had ever seen
of three feet tall
that would melt by the end of the month
or we would make snow angels until they covered the yard
***
On the bus you would show me the dresses you drew
and we would oh and aw at them
and you wanted to be a fashion designer
or we would crawl under the bus seats
from the front to the back
and ruin our clothes
but that was okay
because we were doing it together
or when you told me paper was the healthiest, best tasting thing in the whole wide world
so we ate paper for two weeks straight
***
Playing cards down in Grandma’s basement
where you taught me solitaire
and 52 pick up
or playing Rummy with Grandma in the dinning room
while eating rhubarb pie
and listening to country music
or playing Go Fish at sleep overs
and passing the cards back and forth
between our toes
***
I miss you
or maybe I just miss the memories we made
Now the memories seem to be
doing retakes together in Algebra 2/Trig
or brief chats consisting of “I like your shirt today!”
before class starts
or texts asking for a ride home
I know you are just a short walk away
or a text
or a phone call
but . . .
you might also be a childhood away
maybe the you I’m thinking about
went away
with the dolls and foam balls and other childhood toys
I miss you
or maybe I just miss the memories we made
***
To: Mysterious, 22
From: Nerd, 19
18 – 14, 18, 19, 19, – 2, 12, 21
Still remember the secret code?
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