Girl With the Emerald Eyes

I remember the girl with the emerald eyes many thought she was a witch, and said it under their breath, giving her a wide path I befriended her, and was glad later for we had become friends, and she was worth the risk her sense of humor outshone everyone else’s we laughed at the craziest things and nothing at all not people, but ideas, and ideals she moved away in our seventh grade year I wrote to her for a while, but she never wrote back that was fifty-nine years back, but I still love her dearly