a black and white photo
still-frame golden years
and awkward first touches
where do the years go
when you find yourself
so many years and miles
from friends and smiles
all the dreams you used to have
the first kisses and budding hopes
all that naivete come and gone
like the miles along the road
touches and whispers spent
and not returned
does it all really live on?
or just become
a bittersweet memory
an origame moment
and a quiet, pained laugh
when you sit alone
looking back at what might
have been
so many smiles
so many miles
and still you stay a friend. |
Submission Name: yearbook
