First love lost

Memories flash by,
the same four as always:
a slide
a trip in winter
endless phone calls.
and the day it ended.

of all the time together
theses are the ones I hold dear:
a secret
a play
a cartoon.
and the day I was betrayed.

do you even remember?
do you care about any of this:
a kiss
holding hands
talking for hours?
and the day I left you alone?

I wonder how it all looked
from your point of view:
a friend
someone you trusted
someone to listen to you?
and nothing more?

I would change it if I could:
that last day together.
would you?