This is one in a series of poems I have written about the lost loves of my junior high-early high school days. My last serious relationship occured my freshman year of high school and that lack of romantic interest was one reason for a lingering bitterness towards the entire high school experience.
This work was part of the January Open Mic at the Aha! Poetry web site.

The autumn blues

Why now in the fall,
do I still feel sad
over long ago and far away?

She had wide blue eyes
and a pretty smile,
short brown hair,
a tomboy perhaps.

She wasn't much to look at,
but just enough for me.
She was to me a beauty
seen in her blinking eyes.

I envied the rabbits
she stroked,
for years I adored
her from afar.

A literal doll's face,
a Girl Scout who put
strange thoughts in my head.

Her grin,
her sly little grin,
was something
I relish still.

She was a long-haired blonde,
a slight and perky thing,
who was always there.

She said she liked me
and walked to class with me,
for just a little while.

I should feel fortunate
without them.
I do, but I feel lonely
for them and I felt older
while young.

High school was colder
without them and now,
as I drink from
the bittersweet cup
of memory, I feel colder too.