sometimes, late at night,
i remember you
and the fun i thought we had
together
all those years ago
and miles away.
in holland we ate
bread and cheese
and apples;
in germany,
we wandered the koeln dom.
i thought we were inseparable —
we could talk about anything
and i wasn’t afraid,
except when your face
got too close
to mine.
was that the problem?
i was on the brink
of my teens,
and you were
becoming an adult.
is that why we left
our friendship in
the fatherland?
it’s raining outside
and i want to remember
everything forever,
but you never said a word.
i suppose now
i don’t need you,
but the 12-year-old
you left behind
wishes the man you are today
could see the woman
she’s become
and aches inside
from not knowing.
i remember you,
sometimes, late at night.
do you remember me?
This reminds me perfectly of what happened to me.
I really love this poem. It’s quite excellent.
I read this poem four times and still want to go on…..
Very nice Little Peace!