remember those days?
our faces were blushed pink
and snowflakes stuck to our hair-
dark, compared to the pureness around us

our hands were carefully laced together
underneath the lunch table
while we casually joked with (your) friends
i'd squeeze your hand-

we had a secret that everyone knew

like a smokers cough
or a cold sore upon the lips of a promiscuous woman

oh, those days,
i would like them back
but you took them in your bag
when you left forever