Remember me?
No, I didn't think so...
We used to mean a great deal to one and other.
Times change, as do people.
You ask about me..I, about you.
Never coming or going at the same time.
I treasure my memories...
I hold my childhood friend dear,
But my childhood is over..
We've grown up now.
I grieve the loss of a boy I once knew.
He grew into a Man.