Dear The People I Once Knew,

I remember the first day I saw you,

getting off a bus on the last day of sixth grade

 

You were ectatic

but I was...

 

you dropped your stuff on the dying, green grass and

ran inside, your smiling face beaming

 

it was the first day of freedom for you

and the last day of you for me

 

I miss you

Don't you know?

to see your smiling face running

laughing, living, being here

with me

for just one more

eternity

 

I met you again, many years later

if only I could say that wasn't true

 

we laughed, and we joked, and

I held your hand...

too

 

It was everything everything everything

to me,

 

but I let go

but that's it, I suppose

 

our hands once so glued

are severed...

now

I miss you

 

For the third time I met you,

in the future from now

 

I loved you and I loved you

and you loved me as well

 

we promised to stick together through thick

and through foul

 

but our hands clasped tightly,

did slip apart nightly

 

we clenched and we tugged

but the dark waters rose

 

our ship was sound

 but the noise of it breaking

 

was enough to tear

our hands from each

other

severed forever

by the miles of sea

that fight openly for

 

 

 

my memories

 

I miss you

 

Sincerely,

Alex Goehring