Missing You

I miss the ghost pinata we smashed open with a shovel on Halloween.
I miss that vampire costume with the white face paint.
I miss being called a ding-bat for almost blacking out on stage.
I miss jumping badminton nets, and winning the class tournament.
I miss super-manning the high-jump pole.
I miss the shirtless pictures just to gross me out when we were 11.
I miss when you taught me how to shoot a basketball, and
Hearing about your cartel...
I miss how you got fish sperm in my desk to piss me off.
I miss insulting the teachers together and...
I guess I just miss you.