the last time i saw her
i was fourteen, i remember, the last time i saw her. she and i saw each other at the park that sat between our two houses. she wasn’t liked very much by our friends, and so it couldn’t have been known that i was going to see her. my ex-girlfriend was friends with her, but only as a means to make fun of her so the boys would accept her. she and i met at the park and she had a face stippled by freckles, and i told her when we left that i had a crush on her, she couldn’t believe it, and i was late to get home so i ran away- smiling. last year, she passed away and i haven’t seen her face since when we were fourteen at the park. she’s forever lived in my head as the face she made at fourteen when i told her how i felt and, now, that’ll never change.