We were young in those days,
Cheerful and alive,
So full of innocent ignorance,
Silly in our minds,

You grew older,
I stayed young,
Young at heart but not at mind,
And I still can't tell which way you went,

You changed often,
Your looks; your style,
But you never stopped shining,
Radiating your beauty,

We were older now,
Your mind in other places,
Focused on more important things,
Too occupied to fit me in,

I missed you,
I missed you very much,
I was angry because I wanted to be young with you again,
Oh how I missed you,

The last thing I remember is saying goodbye,
Your long blonde hair flowing out the door,
But how could I have known that it would really mean it;
Goodbye.

If I had known,
I would have said more,
Embraced you,
Smiled at you and touched you.

Now I look at you in your bed,
Golden hair never to grow,
Pretty face never to smile,
And delicate chest never to rise and fall,

And I realize that all this time,
Maybe, just maybe,
If I had tried hard enough to reach you,
We could have been young again.