Work in Progress

He ran into a wall.
That’s the first memory I have of him;
just ran flat into a wall
and crumpled to the ground.
I’m not even sure why.
He wasn’t stupid.
Maybe it was to make me laugh
because I was sitting off to the side,
away from the others,
the party that was being thrown for me.

He was my best friend’s cousin.
It was a big deal because
he didn’t come to town very often,
but she still threw my party.
Funny how she didn’t notice
that I wasn’t part of the crowd.
Then he ran into the wall.

He lay there, looking up at me
as I stared perplexed back at him.
Hi was all he said
before bursting into giggles.
And like it was a plague,
I soon was trapped in his laughter.

Who are you?
I asked when I could breathe again.
Me?
He paused a moment before answering,
I’m a work in progress.