We were then Children with nothing but Childhood.
We played kiss Tag and suicidewhich Was merely a game with Throwing, and running, and Touching the side of theSchool house before the thud Of the ball. You became The rumor of a girl Whomissed high school English And dated the boys who Would have, should have, willhave Been in jail. They said You fought with your parents And even ran away AtChristmastime. I became The sweetheart of the high School staff with “Excellents,”Ivy League potential, A chance to do great deeds And late nights alone in Myroom, worrying if A ninety was an “A” Or a “B. ” What webecame Was friends for life who ran And then walked naked on The dunes of MoodyBeach And talked of God and life As we shot our shots of Kamikaze and I Carriedyou out of the Bar with love.
What they saw Was the saver in me And the savee inyou The lost girl who was back On track after all of That trash and even has Ashot at college now Which means all the tea in China you know. What I see now Isthe girl who saved me From torching my path through The sky. At breakneck speedsTowards oldness and deadness And all the monsters we Fought in youth, who woreties, Breathed fire, and who worked more Than played. What you are now Isdropped out and free As you scheme to tag whales Off the coast of Wales or Studythe Earth in New Zealand.
But you still crashed Your car twice last week On theice of Tatnic Road and I worry. What I am now Is learning, achieving, Interning. Taking notes, Gaining knowledge, looking At the future and all I could be, andgrad school, Careers and how much I could Make and B. A. ‘s and b.
s. And youworry. Rightly so.
