Elegy For A Not Quite Friend (Choka) Poem by C.D. Sinex

You'd give me poems
and I'd sometimes write one back.
After class you'd say,
'Here, read this and let me know.'
At first, it seemed strange.
I really didn't like you
nor did you like me.
We'd hide each other from friends,
meeting by 'chance' at
some agreed times and places.
You'd write in free verse,
and I always wrote in rhyme.
Vermont winters were
too cold and harsh, so you left
after freshman year.
I never even asked where
you came from, or learned
what school you had transferred to.
I never told you
your poems seemed cold and pale.
I liked the winter ones best