Do You Remember?

When you are older
And on your own,
You'll meet a woman
Walking down the road.

She'll have small feet
And curly hair
And big blue eyes
That stop and stare.

She'll look you over
And smile so wide,
And so will you -
You still smile all the time.

She'll say "You haven't changed a bit.
You're as gorgeous as ever.
Do you remember?
Oh, please tell me you remember."

I'm the girl that wrote you poems.

*under construction*

written 1/2/11