A.W. Books & Poetry

I remember when you said

These would be the days

I’d miss the most,

I thought you were lying

But you weren’t.

Eleven years old,

Hiding in the trees,

Running from daydreams

Of things that weren’t

Meant to be.

Every face so familiar,

Stained with suburbia.

I grew up in a movie

About the boys and girls

Who live next door,

Bandits on the run from

Becoming adults,

But here we are,

Now we all drive cars-

Nails digging into a world

That was more innocent, more fun-

And I can’t help but mourn

When that Kenny Chesney song

About summertime comes on,

Because it reminds me of those

Nights where nothing was wrong-

But if you remember me,

Please don’t forget to wave

When you drive by

And I’m standing in the lawn.

It makes me remember

What it feels like to be so young.

I swear every year when the season changes

And the summer Sun scorches the Earth,

At night I hear the ghosts of us all

Laughing and dreaming

From barren sidewalks and backyards,

I know a part of my youth

Will always haunt this town,

And all the memories of the

Ones who knew me then and now.

Time disassembles wonderful things

Behind the scenes

It’s called life, not fair,

So part of me will forever be here

Waiting for you to remember me.

~Annalise