What They Were | Teen Ink

What They Were MAG

June 20, 2023
By miarocco BRONZE, Portsmouth, Rhode Island
miarocco BRONZE, Portsmouth, Rhode Island
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

The dewy grass brushes my ankles

The cool breeze kisses my face

As I remember the times I cherish deeply


From dawn to dusk we spent the days

Rolling in the gentle grass down the hill

Spinning in circles until we lost our balance

Telling each other made-up stories

Fun and scary


The shimmering pond was too tempting 

Our games moved to the water

Our clothes were always soaked 

And our spirits lifted


One day she stopped coming to play

But I kept hoping it was just a delay


Now I’m all dressed in black

Wondering if I’ll ever get that time back

I’m still here waiting for her

Wishing it could go back

To what they were


The author's comments:

This is one of my favorite pieces I’ve ever written. I have a lot of experience with loss so this feels very connected to me.


Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.