Three years to go.

A Poem by Laura Judith

I'm a freshman in high school, and I have this senior friend who is like a brother to me. I really have to stop writing about him...

On the fringe of his life, I stand.
For four months now, we've known each other.
He had his life, I had mine. Simple.

But now we have crossed, two winding roads.
Not really crossed. Well, yes, and now
      running alongside each other,
Still simple?
      Ha, try to keep up.

He's seen me before I even knew it
      and knew me, he did not.
Me and my friend wondered why his laptop was in gym
      and I knew him? Afraid not.
Then one day he said I did good
      in the school play last year
I thanked him, and silently thought
      that that play was last year!

One simple slip in scheduals,
and I never could have met him
And he'd be gone
just
      like
            That.
not really gone,
but gone from my field of vision.

He became my big brother
as close as he could get
he'd advise on my art
     and love
     and he became my
       big
         brother

And once
I told him a secret
And no one else knows
     and he said I should see someone
     for help.

And now, everything seems awkward
     at least to me
dreams once laid out
     seem so far away

He may be three years older
     and he is
Sure, he'll go to college
     and he will
And I'll still be here
     for three more years
and then I'll be older
     But he'll still be three years older
And I'll go to college
     and he'll be in his last year
I'm not ready for real life
     and he is
And I'll be here
     while he lives his.

Our paths will veer off to the side
     And it might already be starting.

I don't know,
maybe our scheduals were a mistake
Why must fate do this!
To bring us close, only to have us end
     so far apart

But, its not really the time spent
apart,
but together
that I should think about.
I should

But I can't help
but think
that...