I once knew
a boy
who lived a block
away.
We weren't friends,
but merely
acquaintances,
classmates,
neighbors.
When he moved to my
elementary school
in 1st
grade,
we sat next to each
other.
He told me my hair
was pretty.
We never talked much.
Then came
middle school,
where his homeroom
was down the hall.
In seventh grade,
we had some classes
together,
but I never thought
much of him.
A few
friends of mine
liked him. We had
laughs about him at
sleepovers,
parties,
and chat groups.
Then, one day,
I was online.
I saw a lot of
people posting
things like
“You’ll be missed”
“Love you, man” and
“you wont be
forgotten around here!”
I thought
the boy I had known
since
elementary school
had died.
Later,
I had found out that
he
had moved
out of state.
It hasn't made an
impact
on my life.
HE
hasn't made an impact
on my life.
But,
I have realized,
that I have always
had
his presence.
Sometimes,
I walk by his house
and look at the For Sale
sign
that is on the lawn.
He lived there
for eight years.
And now,
he doesn't.
I don’t miss this
boy.
We weren't friends.
I miss his presence,
Because it is just
another sign that
my childhood
is gone.
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