Saw an old "friend" today
It's been a few years...
I think we fought in the past
maybe he hit me and I hit back
I can't remember the cause of the fight
a short chat about where we at
And what we might
Different paths and different lives
What an agony it is to grow
Are the memories real or were they just a show?
What about the time, the laughs and cries?
What is this familiarity in seeing someone from the past?
Why did we talk like best friends?
My heart aches for a time past
Of being young full of friendships and talks
Do they exist somewhere other than my mind?
Does he remember all that I have in my heart?
Such an agony to grow, to forget and remember
I gave him a big tip
And said to memories; I surrender.