Friday, September 21, 2012

Chase me

On the playgrounds of my memory
I remember her chasing me
around trying to kiss me. I’m only
eight and I think girls are icky but
I’m a little flattered by her

I run and she chases, all the while
she’s making kissy noises,
“Mmwah, Mmwah, Mmmwah”,
I try to hide behind a flagpole
but she finds me and lays a
sloppy little girl kiss on my
cheek and then runs off
giggling as I wipe the wet
expression off with my sleeve.

It isn’t until later in life that
I realize how much I liked being

And how much I miss it.  

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