Had this unexplainable complexion
torn between
 lite brown and dark yellow -

well we were only 7th graders
but she was tall for our ages,
could tell she had good hair
but a perm or two or just time
had broken it off 
and damaged it a little,
and she had the strangest habit
playing tunes on a lil' old fiddle.

But we'd laugh
man we'd have fun,
her eyes would change colors
under the trees in the sun -
she'd give me lots of attention
& I'd give her the same
I'd cheat off her test papers
she'd write me letters
and we fell heavy
& it wasn't a game.

I'd sneak thru her window
when on her side of town,
listen to Outkast and Boosie
when our age group mood
would come down,
then we'd fall into our souls
I'd start humming
she'd start strumming
her fiddle
and we'd come up with some
awesome tunes

middle school got high
and we'd blush in passing by,
but new things and environments
sometimes changes us all
I guess.
Her grandma passed
and Sherry Meshell moved away,
and never again 
have I seen Sherry to this day
and I still wonder why -
though have heard tale
she's doing well,
helping others and even giving new starts,
and I still wonder if she remembers me
because I've never forgotten my first love
Sherry
the first girl to break my heart.

In melancholy days
I can hear the tunes
upon the fiddle she used to play,
that distinguished voice
and the mesmerizing things 
she used to say -
her grown up hairstyle and moody eyes
angelic skin tone
and ambitious mind
that I wrapped myself around,
thinking we'd be together
all the time

I wonder if she remembers me
and the songs we swore we'd record,
maybe by happenstance
she'll fall into the studio,
but still I wonder if our memories
are just in my mind....