A story.

We were better friends than we’d admit

Understood more than we let on

But less than we wished

Teasing, arguing, condemning

Neither ever backing down

New kids in class together

Fourth grade

You were the genius kid the girls nicknamed Fatman

Fifth grade

You knew how to make people laugh, although sometimes they didn’t and you laughed alone

Sixth grade

You didn’t cry at school anymore

Seventh grade

I didn’t like you because you teased and knew it all

Eighth grade

We discovered the power of letting ideas feed off each other

You gained reputation as the coolest student body president in the city

The girls liked you now because you were fit and had good hair

Ninth grade

You ran to catch up in the hallway and matched your stride to mine, silently

You'd grumble about your problems
And could talk your way into or out of anything

Then

After one last project

You never talked to me again

Not even on graduation day, when you sang for all of us

I looked you up on a whim

You were accepted to the best university in the country

And you have ugly hair now

Wrote this because of an idea Lisa gave me... one of a series. Remembering things forgotten for years... funny how unemotional one gets.