When We Were Young Poem by Monica Paris

I found an old box of pictures
I forgot I had.

They made me smile
because they’re of us.

When we were young.

Oh the wonderful times
we had.

We swore we’d always be
the best of friends.

I remember the day you left
all I could do was cry.

You told me it would be ok
and that you would write.

And so you did
for many years.

I still have your letters
and I hold them all dear.

But the last one I got
it brought me to tears.

It told how he hurts you
but that you still love him.

I still remember the call that
I got from your mother.

She said she was sorry
but I would no longer be getting a letter.

For he had gone to far
and you were no longer here.

I know that you’re gone
but I hope you know.

That your memory
will always live on.

In my memories of…

When we were young.