The wind screamed that day
As if demanding something,
that it had already taken along.
I stood wondering as a 9 year old,
waiting to be relieved of some unknown power.
The field lay open for me to run.
The fence was laid down.
I saw my teachers in a corner,
Shouting to us for attention,
with angry frowns.
It was the same place where
I had stood with my only friend,
two years back.
I found the tree which had once,
rumored to be haunted.
As I slipped towards it,
memories brought back those years
when she had been there.
We had held hands and fought those rumors.
We had played together for hours.
I remembered that picnic day,
as my bag waited to be opened
I assumed that tree to shelter me,
wondering if I could get her company
in exchange of the treat that awaited me.

The rain poured down,
Reminding me of the day we had cried.
She had to go, she had told me.
She had to change her home,
leaving me behind.
I stood up, ready to go back,
as the teachers waved their hands,
my eyes still heavy with memories.
The rain, shamefully hiding away
the tears trickling down my face.
That day I went back home
and dialed her number.
I was told she was coming to visit me.
I changed into casuals and got her some chocolates.
I knew she loved them and
I hoped she would be happy.
When she came, she sat down crying.
A horrible fear conquered me.
Her father had died.