The Back Wall

we used to meet
at the back wall at recess
I’d hold your hand
and you would try to kiss me
but childhood dreams
can shatter with age
no star crossed lovers story for us
you went your way
and I went mine
but I often wonder
if we had tried harder
how different life would have been
but dreams only go forwards
there is no turning back
but still I’d like to ask
would you meet me at the back wall today


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – wall