At the Cross Roads

Posted: March 24, 2008 by vmkimler in Virginia

 This poem is dedicated to a friend of mine that I had a long time ago. I haven’t seen him in years.

I lost you yesterday

too wound up in the cordless receiver

to come out to play.

“I’m getting older.” You’d say.

You didn’t have to tell me that;

I already knew

with you being 5’6”

and me

only 4’2”.

We usually played pretend

around this time of day

followed by “jump off the swings”

before a sandwich and some Kool-Aide.

We’d catch bees and wasps

and shake them up in the jars

before throwing off the lid

and running like mad across the yard.

We used to ride bikes

and explore in the jungle behind your house.

We’d climb to the top of a torn-up, old rope

and swing across a row of picnic tables.

But now,you’re watching television

and have no more time for me.

You’re on the phone

with your new girlfriend

while I sit alone


in the one hundred degree weather

waiting for you to come out to play,

sitting in our favorite spot

atop a tall rock

with moss and the word “Starz” written across it.

I wait

with crackers and two glasses of untouched lemonade. 

My time with you grew shorter

And soon you moved away.

We still meet in the cross road

swith a nod of the head and a “Hey,”

but we aren’t as close as we used to be, as we were

back in the day.

  1. Autumn says:

    This is very poignant. I can relate. It’s weird when you sort of inadvertently drift apart from somebody and somehow manage to crash-land into them seemingly out of the blue. I like this poem a lot…but I am sorry that it happened to you. =(

  2. Ms Hager says:


    I remember when you were this young and had no idea how much you perceived at so young an age. We as teachers do not always take the time to pull these feelings out of you. I loved reading this and it brings back a time I had with a really good friend of my own that I lost touch with over the years.

    Congratulations to you and all your accomplishments.

    Ms. Hager