by Kerry Nesbitt
you, that person I used to know
when we were very young,
we jumped in all the puddles?
wondered why the sky was blue,
we painted creatures in the clouds?
when the sun was warm
the river and we gazed at our reflections?
they've got bigger, and they're not so clear
you remember that summer by the sea?
sandy hair and gritty toes
that smell that still lingers in the air.
do you remember when we stopped
exactly what we wanted
you wrote your own story,
I wrote mine, a sequel to our past
now we pass each other by,
strangers in the street.
©2009 Kerry Nesbitt
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