Memory Of Me Poem by Clara Diskley

It was odd seeing you since I hadn't seen
you in such a while.
I tried to grin and smile but it was only a smirk.
I was delighted when I first saw you but at the
same time it was unfortunate.
I wasn't quite sure what you felt but I wanted to
know.
Maybe you had missed me or possibly forgotten
the memory of me.
I'll never really know what you had felt when you
glanced at me.
But I did see a hint of happiness just in your eyes.
I think you missed me too but you probably thought
I had already knew.
You're different and bright that's what makes me
remember you.
And you're the same way and I hope that you'll never
ever change.