Stay by Julie Mee
I was so mad at you then.
Raging.
Engaging.
Beet red in the face.
Oh, how you made me turn pink.
Eyes rolled right back in my head.
I didn’t know then
It was the last ride we’d take.
Our crowning rushed words.
The final scowls we’d make.
I just frowned at that dumb ponytail
Across the whole lake
Wanting to hit you in the head with that paddle,
Upside of that lop-sided braid.
Oops.
I didn’t mean it. I would say.
“You did that on purpose.”
“No I didn’t.”
So what if I did? I wouldn’t say.
“I’m telling Mom.”
“You’re such a baby.”
You never did tell her anyway.
Those were the best days.
Lets fight a thousand more fights.
For a hundred more years.
Stay with me in the small boat on the lake.
Just stay.