Second of three

As I continue,
Writing for you.
I reflect a moment,
On the things that you do.

Like that lonely evening,
As we walked through a lane.
Walking next to you,
Just drove me insane.

I mention a tree,
And just for a while.
You look at me,
And you grant me a smile.

For You remember,
A joke you once made.
Back on the school-bus,
A stupid game that we played.

Naming everything,
That we could see.
Annoying others,
But amusing you and me.

We had such a good time,
And I don't understand.
What happened later,
Why did you let it end.

Maybe it was our gang,
That said: your in love.
But baby that's live,
Sometimes it gets tough.

And if that's not the reason,
Then I would like to know.
Why do you hate me,
Why did you want me to go.

Two poems I wrote,
Only one to more to do.
Give me a minute,
And I'll give it to you.