I saw you walking past one day,
you were all grown up,
and our time together was but a distant memory.
I raced through those memories in an instant,
the cool embrace of your arms,
your head resting against me,
a stolen kiss in a faraway place.
All the tenors of teenage love,
now resting solely in my mind,
i fight the urge to speak to you,
to feel that love again even for an instant.
But as you turn to look at me,
there is nothing on your face,
to suggest that you remember those days.
I briefly smile,
and before you can take a second look,
i slip away into the face of the sun,
so that only fate will decide,
if our love will ever live again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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