Dear K.,
Once again you cross the plains of my mind
a youthful, 12 year old face of warm brown skin
as unforgettable as your dimpled cheeks
I wonder what you’d think if you knew
the weight your memory holds
.
I imagine what you saw, the day you chose me
All skinny limbs and chapped lips, braces and unkempt curls–
a late bloomer, late in every way
Always behind, always running
reaching and wanting
to catch up,
to be liked and social but
too timid and fresh out of my shell
.
It was you who caught me, you
who put me at ease under your wing
who taught me how to sharpen my tongue,
to toughen my skin, to
learn the art of conversation
and immature humor
.
.
Those early days I like to recall the most
Us and skid-marked marble school floors
the ambience of preteen chatter in the lunch room where,
with obnoxious laughter, you drew from me
my very first cuss word
.
The swell of pride in your eyes I will never forget
Nor can I forget my own heated face
beaming happily, as happily we
broke down the walls of my inhibitions
my childhood innocence
my need to be the perfect child
The choice had never been mine,
not before you
.
Crumbled walls made way for confidence,
a new foundation and
over the years we’d spend together from
dark movie theaters in the spring to
air-conditioned malls during the summer to
sharing moments on park swings under warm suns in the fall,
you left me with memories to last a lifetime
Memories that light my soul, still
Molding me like a piece of clay
.
.
Do you remember,
the last letter you wrote to me?
The day we graduated knowing, somehow,
our time together was ending?
.
Inside jokes, written and unwritten
the nod of acknowledgement to boyish days when
we were ugly and rough without a care in the world, because
we would only embrace femininity,
sensuality and softness
like a warm long-awaited hug
after we parted ways
.
Even in writing,
your restrained but obvious affection for me
encompassed everything we meant to each other,
everything we meant
Our friendship wasn’t perfect,
but it was wholesome
full of laughter and adventure
and ours
.
.
Sometimes I wish I’d gotten your number
at that dingy train station where we last crossed paths
You had looked so good
So beautiful,
just as I knew you always had been
.
But part of me knew, even then, that
maybe it was better to just wonder
To say to myself “remember when…?”
and instead, be grateful for the few chapters of my life where
you, intrinsically tied to me, decided to pass by
.
It’s here, between the lines of your last letter to me,
I let our friendship end
Your last words I still cling to, K.
My first true friend
.
“Have a nice life
I hope you don’t screw it up
Please don’t.”
.
Your late bloomer, always,
-Sariah
About the Creator
Sariah
Another creative soul with a few half-written books on the way.
I’m here to find inspiration, grow as a writer and see what happens :)
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Comments (16)
Oh man! That is so beautiful, evocative, familiar...wow. Congratulations!!
Gosh this was so breathtaking! Congratulations on your Top Story!
Beautifully written. Congratulations on your Top Story!
Beautiful poem. Congrats on the top story
A compelling and beautiful poem.
phenomenal writing! What a sweet gem this piece is! Congrats on your Top Story!
Beautiful!
Beautiful. Simply sweet & poignant & wistful & beautiful.
Stunning words of true friendship even though she is in your past, she is in your heart. It resonated with me and made me think of old friend of mine. Loved this line, " I wonder what you would think if you knew the weight your memory holds." Just beautiful ❤️
Oh wow, what a beautiful poem. So moving, Sariah! Congrats on your Top Story and best of luck in the challenge with this stunning piece. Hearted and subscribed.
Beautiful! Loved sharing in this story of friendship. Congrats on Top Story!
What a beautiful poem! Very well written, with emotions that oozes out of every word. Kudos!
You could feel the honesty and sincerity in every word. What a wonderful part of your life to share. Beautiful work :) Congratulations on Top Story!
This is amazing, Sariah. The whole piece has this feel of taking place in enchanted sunlight. Beautiful. Thank you for sharing this part of yourself with us.
Beautiful, Sariah. I feel this so much, my adolescence was of being the introvert waiting for the extrovert to adopt me. This reminds me of a few of my own long lost friends 💕
Nice and Congratulations on your TopStory🎉 💖😉