I hope someday you'll find an old picture of me,
and you'll wonder if I still love banana milkshakes
more than life itself.
or if I still request a pinky promise
upon agreement.
If my bed is still crowded with teddy bears,
from a forgotten youth.
If my curly hair, still hides my eyes
and my endless secrets.
or if I still have that old jumper
that I would refuse to throw away,
because it smelt of you.
And maybe you'll even wonder,
If i wonder,
about you.
