Broken

Here's the first of the childhood based poems I've written since coming on board.  I've never forgotten blond, blue eyed Neil. 


Broken

It had happened at last, the boy in my class
blond, messy side-part, he'd  
invited me along
to his eleventh birthday party.
I would be in the house I walked past
playing it cool, on my not-so-fast
way to school.   
                          I had it all planned:
as the kiss chase started,
I’d run off slowly, half-hearted,
as he increased his pace, I’d turn my face,
he’d catch hold of my hand, snatch his first kiss,
and we’d be in bliss together, forever,
in a fantasy land.
                                 Alas! 
on the day, it didn’t happen that way.
The grass, once wet, hadn’t dried out yet,
was long and quite slippery,
before long it tripped me.
The romance I’d longed for, for so very long
was over and gone 
before it could start.
                                      Maybe it was fate,
but the weight of the white plaster cast
kept us apart, broken ankle eclipsed
by the bruise on my ten-year-old heart.

© Copyright 2025. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved

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