Letters To You: Poetry Collection

First Encounters:

It hurts to think I'll never get to swing at a park with you again. It hurts to think that you're swinging in the clouds, elsewhere.

We held the proceedings at a park,

Because we knew you'd want,

One last go,

On the monkey bars.

It also reminded me,

Of the day I first met you.

I still carry the marks,

Of a chipped forehead,

And bruised ego,

After we bickered,

And I tried hitting you.

In my defense,

You were taller,

And at home there,

While I was,

New to the area.

Do you remember,

As I've always said,

I would have gotten my revenge,

If you hadn't apologized;

Well, I'm a sore loser and a liar.

I think,

Even then,

When you were crushing me,

I had the smallest crush on you.