We met on my front porch many moons ago. You had no rides to school and your parents were hardly around. My grandma didn't approve of many people, but she liked you because you were special. You were the best.
Life was so splendid then, more so than it seems right now.
Now we are all grown up, and sitting on our pasts. We have bills to pay and people to see. We don't need rides anymore, but we need gas money, and food in the fridge. We are confused and we are breaking up.We have become young adults that fell in and out of love.
Many moons ago- I would have loved to attend those days- just to spend one more day with you.
