• All at once, at the age of eight
    I saw him standing there
    On top of the slide of the playscape,
    To talk to him, I dared.
    I loved him to death, he liked me too
    But things weren't all so great--
    For a few years later, out of the blue
    Our friendship suffered a fate.
    I let go the secret, and he knew well
    That I was in LOVE with he.
    And although young, he wouldn't tell
    His feelings, if any, of me.
    I figured him rude, and very shrewd,
    And also got very depressed...
    And although in 6th grade, I sat in the shade
    And wrote a poem for me, not the rest.
    10 pages short, this poem would stay
    For ever for my eyes only.
    But when I showed my best friend that day,
    He gave it to HE to read.
    Next time I saw he, he avoided me
    And passed weird looks along...
    And never again did he speak to me
    If he did, I'd swallow my tongue.
    And now years have passed, and I'm in grade 8
    But today I also cried--
    For I turned around to bump into my fate,
    And looked him dead in the eye.
    He spoke to his friends, and I didn't even
    Recognize his voice this time
    For I hadn't spoken to him in so long
    And I probably won't, all along
    When I looked at him, he looked back at me
    And his eyes got wider than before
    And he looked shocked, and I could see
    He was heading for the class door
    And once he left, I fell to my knees
    And begged to the heavens above
    "Why couldn't I tie those strings,
    That I left frayed with my true love?"