childhood

I never got to tell you goodbye, or say that I was sorry, or tell you how I really felt.

    

You left me.  And I’ll never get you back.  

Maybe you thought I didn’t notice; maybe you didn’t think I’d catch you creeping away.  You’d smile sweet and tearfully and tell me that we still had today.  It killed you to see what I was becoming. 

But I still remember you, still remember our laughter and secret promises and the summers that lasted forever.

It’s in the memories, you say goodbye.  You forgive me.  You tell me you love me.