I almost failed Grade 2.
My behaviour was out of control.
I couldn't follow basic instructions.
I used to love,
LOVE
A boy in my class named "Trevor".
He was bad like me.
He had very pretty eyes
And buck teeth.
He reminded me of a bunny rabbit.
He could run the fastest out of everyone.
This impressed the hell out of me.
I fancied myself as pretty fast
In that era.
I spent almost the entire year
Chasing that boy around the school yard.
I could never catch him.
Sometimes he would almost let me,
But at the last, critical moment
He’d break away and fly off.
Leaving me choked with frustration,
But watching him with such heart-felt admiration for his athletic
Ability.
We did this everyday.
He'd usually come up and kick me for no reason; I'd pretend to get mad
And that signified that the chase was on.
Grade 2 was shit.
It was at that time I started thinking about death.
This one day I actually caught Trevor.
When I caught him,
I slammed him up against a brick wall
And stared deeply into his eyes.
We were both out of breath,
My heart was racing.
Impulsively,
He grabbed me by my ponytail
And kissed me
On my mouth.
I slapped him
And ran away.
After that incident,
Things were awkward between us.
We never so much as looked at each other ever again.
The chase was finally over.
I felt a profound sense of loss.
Recess was so boring and lonely
After that.
Even though I was only seven
I suffered incredibly.
By the third grade,
My family moved away
And I never saw Trevor after that.
Although I though about him
Almost every day
Until about grade five.
He was really fast
I mean crazy fast.
I never knew how I even managed to catch him that one time.
But then today,
As I was driving my car,
This distant memory spontaneously
Popped into my mind.
It finally dawned on me,
That
He actually probably wanted to get caught.
Did it on purpose even.
It only took me 23 years
To figure that out.
beautiful poem... i wonder where u got this particular gem from :)
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