The day Bobby moved away
I had to stay after school
for something I did wrong.
I didn’t get to tell him
the joke I’d saved up.
I didn’t get to say
I was sorry
for eating the last Oreo
in the saltine canister
with the rusty lid
when I knew
he wanted it.
I didn’t get to wave him
good-bye from my hand.
He was a good friend
to me.  

I feel really bad about
eating that cookie.