the cold mist swirled over the looming swamp

and the girl on the bicycle road into view

from out of the mist up the road

the boy next to you had a crush on her

and they held hands in the hall..

and his step sister stole your favorite shoes

her brother blew his snot out of his nose

by the edge of the trampoline

where their younger brothers played

small children they were

adults with homes and children of their own now

you sit in a recliner your hair turning gray

while your eyes fill with tears for whatever it was

that you never wanted to say