Memories

Memories

I can still see your fantastic smile

The way your eyes crinkle at the end when you’re cheeky

I can still remember the way you walk

And how you’ve always managed to look so good regardless of what you wear

The times when we used to meet for dinner

Just to talk, eat

even if it’s only time off

When you called from your office late at night

And kept me company on the phone

And your teeth! My favourite, crooked and cute

Little perks I get when I receive your page during a boring lecture

Even if it’s only a ‘hello’ or ‘good afternoon’

How you had to take two buses instead of one

Just to see me home

‘On the way’ you would say

Though I always told you it was okay

No more.

You made a choice but it wasn’t me, no

Made me sad you did, but your fault it wasn’t

It’s never a sin to be a nice guy

But was I wrong to be touched by you?

You once belonged to someone but that was history

The times we had is history too

Sweet memories to be remembered

Never to be re-experienced

Time, the healer of all wounds?

Never will I be touched again

Until someone like you, as wonderful and innocent

comes along

Maybe only then.

15031999

jen