Do you ever think of me? Of the summer sun and the tall grass, of the sweet smell of raspberries, as we crouched next to the bushes. Of the way we laughed.

Do you ever remember me? My hair, my face, my hands They were small then. Fragile. Easy to hold.

Do you ever wonder? What if you hadn't? What if you'd stopped the game? What if you hadn't changed the rules?

I wonder. I think. I remember. I think of tall grass and I see you, and it towering above me. I smell raspberries, and I hear your voice. I remember your hands, holding mine, pulling them. Forcing them.

I wonder what would have happened if maybe I had told If I hadn't listened

If I'd screamed, instead of laughed. If I'd bitten. If I'd scratched, or punched, or kicked.

I wonder if you think of me. If you remember. If you regret