Just A Memory Of A Past Summer. Poem by Mylicia D'angelo

We were friends.
The best of friends.
We were the type of friends
Who never let go
Of the memories.

The good times
In the dark
Laying on our backs
Watching the shooting stars
In the grass
At midnight.

Holding hands
And pointing at the brightest
Of the stars
And claiming them.

And not having a care in the world
Where we are,
Or who we are.
The only thing that mattered was our
Friendship.

Eventually...
This friendship
Ended.
Eventually...
This friendship
Became
Love.

But the love didn't last.
We got older
And stopped thinking
About the
Summer.

I moved away,
I left you and the rest
Of our friends
Behind.

Thanks for the love poem
You left me.
And thank you for being
A friend i could share
My feelings with.
But now,
Everything we had was
JUST a memory of a past Summer.