Poems

Three


Four years old was when we met
Living in our imaginary planet.
We fought against the fruit and veg
And threw barbies off the window ledge.

But a few years later I moved away
And from my life you started to fade.

Ten years old, I met someone new
Active, crazy and cool- I Β wanted to be like you.
Together we ran, swam, did handstands
Never caring where we would land.

But a few years later you started fading
Leaving me here for you, waiting.

Fourteen years old, I met number three
All the music I introduced you to, and you to me.
Sleepovers, teenage angst and midnight chats
Is a memory that I know will last.

-The Storyteller

 

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