Years have passed since the day we met.
It was the month of September if I am correct.
The leaves were falling and trees changing.
Much like us, we to were aging.
I was not in love.
Since I was to young.
To young to notice what wasn't there.
I held onto something, and didn't care.
Always with girls he dated before.
He never noticed how my heart sank more and more.
If it didn't work the first time, why try again?...
But we also got caught within that same wind.
He left and I cried
Feeling as if I had died
I knew better then to risked my life.
So I handed God the knife.
I had not seen him in nearly nine months.
I closed my eyes so it wouldn't hurt as much.
Memories came flooding back once he left.
Reminding me of my scarf he kept.
He always came back like waves to a shore.
I wasn't ready and closed the door.
We stopped talking and became distance.
He seemd to notice that I'd lost interest.
I keep my guard up knowing how it might end.
But I am ready to become his friend.
He taught me lot, so I'm thankful for that.
It's time I close this book, and let go of the past.
