It’s been a long time

Two years maybe three

From when we were not just kids

But pirates at sea

And we would paint pictures

Paint using chalk

Take turns on my swing

And flood my sandbox

Then we’d climb trees

And make forts in the leaves

Us against the world, it was just you and me

And I can’t recall your face now

But I’ll never forget the sound of your voice

Why did you leave me?

Was it by choice?

It’s been a long time

A million stories may be more

A million nights I’ve cried and I’ve screamed on the floor

But I still think of you when I sit on the roof

When I watch the sunset

And when I wear blue

And when I look at the future – the future is daunting

And I’ve been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted

Your dad is always mad, your mom nowhere to be seen

I believe your brother is married

Is the other eighteen?

I remember sledding down the hill

And making candy towers, tire swings – tree houses, and climbing fence fences with barbed wire

Do you ever think of me?

Or have you forgotten, over the two years, maybe three that our memories were lost in?