High School Girls

Once we were high school girls
Worshipped like movie stars
By the local boys
But our sweet, cherubic faces
Are now drawn, lined
Once athletic, now rotund
And memories

Crushing,
Crushing,
Crushing...

We were red-cheeked, laughing,
Exchanging Valentine kisses
But nobody calls anymore
And things change so fast
Is that a ghost, we ask
No, it's an old sheet flapping in the wind
And wisdom does not compensate.