Where Are You?

Friends weren't something 

That I ever came easily by, and so

I spent my summer days alone,

Climbing trees and walking our dog

And playing in sprinklers,

Each summer getting lonelier and lonelier.

There were friends, sure, that I met 

Once a year at camp and that was it,

And I had my siblings, but they got

Jobs and once again I was climbing trees

And playing in sprinklers, and walking our dog,

Alone and by myself, wishing that,

Even though I was too old for it,

That there was someone to draw with

Sidewalk chalk, and jump in puddles with,

And ride bikes, and giggle over cute guys

And make music with, or to hike in the woods

And get lost. But no one ever came to me,

And even today, I find that though there are

Those that I call occasionally and talk to, but

They are much older than me and live

Many miles away, so I sit and watch ripples

On the water, the waves in the grass, and

The sun set

Alone.