Seven years

You tell me a memory,

from seven years ago.

That I let youborrowmy gameboy,

for a little while.

We were in third grade.

How did you remember that?

And what made you remember that?

I really don’t recall hanging out with you back then,

because I was a loner and mean.

But now I desparetely wish to add to it.

Did weplayon the playground?

Did we have lunch together?

All I know is that you will sit next to me,

for ourgraduationin three years.

I get to be with my best friend

when I finally get the seal to leave,

and so will he.

By then it’ll be ten years of knowing him.

On and off, but in the end,

the numbers don’t matter,

but the memories does.


The End

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