Those Old Times Poem by Khloe Chace

I've known him since I was two.
I grew up knowing his whole family too.
His older sister was my best friend,
But she isn't this story, although the two blend.

I sat on our white fence as you rode
Your dirt bike up and down our dirt road.
We hung out in top of my ancient tree house.
And squirted each other with a hose.

As we swung on the swings,
We never thought those days would be the old things.
At age nine, he comfortably talked to me about who he liked then.
There must have been more than ten!

Then at about eleven,
I realized I liked him.
I saw him differently everyday.
Did I tell him? No way!

But he moved before I could ask.
Said he would visit, but he never came back.
I still see him at school sometimes.
But for some reason, has put me to the end of the line.

I miss those days.
I wish they could just replay.
Dream that he could even at the least just talk to me.
About how his life has been going.

We used to play the basketball game of HORSE.
I would quickly do my homework and chores
Just to see him at all.
But instead with me, he now goes to the mall.

I sat on our white fence as you rode
Your dirt bike up and down our dirt road.
We hung out in top of my ancient tree house.
And squirted each other with a hose.

I don't know what happened between,
Them and me.
I just wish they could visit or talk, not forever be gone.
Even though, we have all moved on.

NICK