An old friend..

Remember when we met?
when I think about it, I laugh.
You threw a snowball at my back.
I turned and stared. Shocked.
Here is a boy flinging snow at me,
and i didn't even know him!
So I threw one back.
I was in 2ND grade.
You were in third.
Our friendship began.

We walked to and from school,
You insisting to carry my trumpet case,
while I protested But you always won.
You were the perfect gentlemen.

We had sword fights with fallen branches,
and played basketball after school.
I called you peanut because of your head
but hey, i was young i didn't know any better.
But I stuck with it.

When I went to 6Th,
you went to 7Th, Jr. High.
We were separated by age,
aside for gender
Sword fights and basketball
ceased to exist.
Even Hi's and bye's became
scarce with the distance.
But I thought we were still friends.

You were going to 8Th and I was going to 7Th.
I was a ball of energy.
We would see each other more
so we could talk and catch up.
But you weren't there.
Your friend told me you moved.
Never to tell me.
I was angry.
But I guess I couldn't blame you,
we were out of touch.

I don't know what happened between us that year.
I've heard some possible reasons, and it hurt to know.
I should of tried harder to stay and touch,
we lived right up the block from each other.
But I was stupid, too shy. I don't know.
But I guess the simple answer is,
friends sometimes grow apart.