Izzy

I feel so nostalgic, looking through old class pictures. For my playground love, forever and ever. Even though I haven’t seen him for more than a decade, I remember him from time to time, wondering where he is now, just out of curiosity. He is the first person to ever call me by nickname  

Could’ve it been love
A budding, innocent romance
Those sweet tales of cootie kisses
And toddler soul mates
I smile as I remember
I remember those times
I see you smile, I hear your laugh
The senseless jokes we used to snort
How we played with glue
And those bouncing balls
Skipping rope and tearing dolls
We used to chase around asphalt rings
Talking in the lines, whispering kid things
Snails, butterflies, and Ms. Someone’s undies
Holding hands laced behind our backs
Following the leader up to our class
You had your special name for me
And I for you
That name will always be yours
Your were my friend, nothing more
Maybe I didn’t know it then
But maybe I was I love
Because to this day, I remember
Your name never lost to me
Looking so clean and fresh
Despite those locks and young mischief
Your eyes, maybe green or honey brown
Your smile, forever ingrained in my mind
But the last scene I see you in
Accompanied by the last ringing bell
And the scraping opening of the wire gate
I see other kids run
To their mommies and daddies
 We laugh on more time
And share another moment
Then we start our goodbyes
We walk to opposite ends
Craning our neck as we wave
You sing your tune one last time
And I hear that name again