Remember

Remember that time we went to the pond

And you threw me into the water?

When I walked out

I was covered in dirt

And had that look of anger

Laced with Vulnerability

And knew that

If I had

The same impeccable strength

Things would not work out as well.

Because I knew you.

But you had no idea who I was.

And I was ok with that.

Copyright © 2009 by Alexa Lyons

Alexa is a college student and first time published poet.