Remember Me. by Emma-Louise

Crying on a bench, her hair stuck to her face,
I called to you.
The seat you were sat in, it’s the place –
Where it began.

I was there for you when you needed me,
Strangers united.
I instantly knew this wouldn’t just be –
The end to it.

We were soon friends despite the age,
It didn’t exist.
When I left we went down a stage,
Where were you?

4 years difference allowed us to meet,
A different school.
We recognised but never did greet,
You’re another league.

Your black hair I used to adore,
Blonde.
I loved how cute you were before,
Chav.

There’s something inside me full of hope,
Don’t hate me.
I came when you needed someone the most,
Remember me.

I’m different to you, you see it with your own eyes,
I’m not like you.
Go and turn away like the rest and despise,
You see through me.

You were at primary school, everyone could see –
You waited with your friend.
I was there, you turned and smiled at me,
You remember, regardless.

Basically, I was in year 6 and she was in year 3 at primary school. She was crying on a bench, alone, so I went up to her and cheered her up. She was so cute with black long hair, her parents were Chinese I think. We became friends, until I went to high school. I'm now in year 10, she came into year 7 a few months ago. She had dyed her hair blonde and she was a cocky chav, the impression I got. Anyway, I knew she would never let on that she remembered me because I was so different to her and so we passed eachother without saying anything. One day, I was at the primary school with my friend waiting for her brother and the girl and her friend were waiting for someone and she looked my way and smiled at me. I was so overwhelmed that she remembered me, despite her reputation. I always thought I was invisible to her. But she remembered how nice I was to her in the past. It shows that the little things always matter and make you feel special.

Mike (194.81.223.62) -- Thursday, October 13 2005, 11:47 am

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I love the way you write a line, then a small phrase underneath it. It sort of shows your hopefulness.. "Remember me." I can almost imagine your longing for an old friend. Talented, as ever.

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