I Remember
I think of you with your deep brown eyes,
Looking into my dull blue ones.
I remember the time we first held hands,
Dancing in the moonlight, as we laugh and play.
Waiting for you to say what I want you to say.
The first time we shared a pastry,
In that little old coffee shop.
I ordered a sweet fruit tea and you ordered the same.
Watching and waiting for our drinks to show up.
Talking about whatever came to mind.
The strong aroma of fresh brewed coffee,
The morning I woke from the first time at your house.
Covering each other in flour when baking our cookies.
Sitting and waiting for the oven to ding,
Smelling the air as the incredible scent wafts through our noses.
I remember the time,
That we looked at the sky.
All of its colors,
And all of its lies.
I remember when my dreams ended.
When you moved away,
I don’t want to forget these memories.
I’ll make them last forever,
Like the sky and clouds, their bond is forever, like me and you.
Forever,
Waiting for you to come back around.
I don’t want to forget,
I want to think of good times.
So I go back to that little old coffee shop,
And order my tea.
But it’s not the same,
Because I’m not sharing it with you.
My heart is a void.
I think of our times together,
As my thoughts escape my mind.
I remember when we sat on the grass,
In that park for kids.
Laughing and having fun,
Paying no attention to the world around us.
But soon those memories will fade away,
Like an eraser removing pencil marks.
I know you’ve moved on,
But for me it’s too hard to bear.
I still remember your bed, with the soft sheets.
Burying my face like a bunny in a bush.
I remember our long walks through town,
With a coffee in hand.
I remember the first time we met,
I was staring at my feet and you were staring at me.
We talked and talked as hours ticked by,
Soon it was night and we went our separate ways.
I remember the last time I said goodbye,
I hugged you like a fist,
Closing in on your wonderful features.
My tears rained down,
Then,
You rode that train,
Away from this town.
Forgetting everything that you had left behind.
Waving from that train car window,
I love our memories, and I’m sorry to let them go.
I wrote this poem in English class about my partner at the time. We no longer speak but I think that it still holds a place in my heart because teenage love is something that cannot be beat.
