That look, that smile
How can I hide?
Sometimes it just makes me want to cry.
It is the past that makes me like him
But it is the present that makes afraid
I just get so scared of what I might say.
In the future
I'll try to forget
But I'll still wonder
Does he remember yet?
Oh how I recall those days
Of how we laughed and joked around
Almost every day
And then I smile and think
How we were such good friends
And then all of a sudden that story ends.
' Do not live in the past ' as the saying is
' For it is not your future,
But only just a meer memory '
It is this phrase
that i repeat in my head
But it is those memories
That will never end.
Louise Batt
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/about-a-boy-4/
