It Might Have Been

A childhood romance

When we first met,

You were four; I was three.

We decided to marry.

You were just you; I was just me.

 

Then we started school, and everything changed.

Cooties were contagious, we both agreed.

On the bus we sat across the aisle.

Two identical souls, separated by society.

 

As we got older, we started to grow.

To get lost in a middle school maze.

Yes, it was in that middle school hell

That we first began to part ways.

 

We began freshman year,

And things got better.

Though I had a date to prom,

You were still unfettered.

 

We locked gazes in the hallway.

You held your new girlfriend’s hand,

But still I waited for you,

A pain I could barely withstand.

 

University parted us yet again,

We both majored in music,

But across the country;

The story is cliché and classic. 

And now we have met once again,

But you are taken.

A prettier, smarter woman than I.

My very soul is shaken.

 

The ring on your finger

Symbolizes the ultimate betrayal.

We were meant for each other,

We were both willing and able.

 

I miss you, I need you.

Please come back.

To those carefree days

Of naptime and snacks.

 

Upon seeing you, I know it's true,

That for all sad words of tongue and pen,

The worst are those fateful few,

'It might have been.’

Reviews

[TLK]

"To those carefree days
Of naptime and snacks."

Reminds me slightly of: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p6zFm__86ws
Apologies for how crappy the synth in this sounds to modern ears. I heard this on vinyl when I was very young, and it sounded better then.

[Marie]

It's so wonderful when childhood romances last--and most of them don't, as your poem tells.
I was nine when I fell in love. I've had three husbands and several relationships, and I am now 67 years old. But I still think of my first love, and I still wish I could see him again.

[Katrina Mckeown]

a beautiful sentiment to a childhood sweetheart!