The Kid Who Moved Away and You Never Saw Again
The Kid Who Left and You Never Saw Again
Remember that summer? Of course you do.
We shared a street, a secret handshake, and a whole lot of sidewalk chalk. I left before third grade started, but I’ve been here the whole time—in your memory. I still smell like popsicles and sunscreen, and I still think that dandelion fluff can grant wishes. You believed me, didn’t you?
What I'm Into: Sidewalk chalk, cloud shapes, bike rides with scraped knees, sunset promises, dandelion wishes
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