Walking through the streets of town
just the other day
when I saw a face that I once knew
better than my own,
a person that once meant the world to me.
I couldn't help but be taken back
to all those years ago,
we were so young and still naive,
a different life it seems,
how the years have changed us.
I couldn't help but think about
the way things were back then,
all the things that made up our lives,
what we once were
and what we once could've been.
I remember his and my first kiss,
the hesitancy of being unsure,
and the expression in his eyes,
that picnic on the mountain top
with the town spread out beneath us.
I remember stargazing late at night
when we were both supposed to be home,
how funny he was when he was mad,
I just couldn't help but laugh
as he was swearing up a storm.
That night that him and I disappeared
and went out to the soccer field,
the way people reacted
when they couldn't find us anywhere,
I still remember the jokes.
I remember the first time he met my dad
and the nerves when I met his,
I remember the first time I saw him
and him laughing saying that I stood out,
I remember the nights I cried.
I remember the first time he said "I love you"
and how I couldn't say it back,
the first time he looked in my eyes
and told me his first lie
and how I believed every one.
We parted ways so long ago
but I guess what they say is true,
your first love stays with you
no matter how it goes,
that first time you think it's love.
We're happy now in our different lives,
but I still can't help but wonder
as I watch him walk away,
does he still think of me
and that summer we spent together.
We part ways again with barely a word,
to much laying between us
but I still can't help but think about
whether that summer changed his life
as much as it changed mine.
