Miss M

Ever since the first grade

I had a terrible crush on Miss M.

She was the prettiest girl

I had ever laid eyes upon.

She never knew how I felt about her

because I was too afraid

to let her or anyone else know.

After moving to a nearby town

while in the fourth grade,

I thought I would never see her again,

except in my memories.

Two years had nearly passed

when the 4-H clubs in the county

held a get-together at the beach.

Little did I know on that sunny cheerful day

that I would see Miss M again!

I spotted a girl that looked

similar to Miss M in the face

but she was not as

slim and pretty

like the memory

I carried of her.

When I overheard someone

calling out her name,

I refused to believe my ears!

This couldn't be the Miss M I know!

She ran over to the swing set

and began pushing her friend from behind.

They both were laughing and carrying on.

Miss M never took notice

that I was watching her.

I asked one of the girls walking by

if that really was Miss M.

My heart sank;

she had changed.

This was not the same girl

that I knew.

Before heading down

to the water for a swim,

I walked by

to get a closer look.

My heart told me one thing

but my eyes said another.

It was Miss M...

My dream shattered

into a million pieces

like fragile China

dropping on the floor.

I never saw Miss M again

after that fateful day at the beach.

She never knew who I was

or how I felt about her.

Looking back,

it was better this way.

Young and foolish boys

never look into the soul,

only at the surface.

Left behind in the sand

by the swing that day

were shattered fragments

of another image 

as I boarded the bus

for home.