Memories of you.

Remember when we used to talk?

When we used to call.

We listened to the songs we loved.

We sang together—sitting viewing

The sky.

Remember when we had the

Conversation about the moon.

"I like a girl who's like the moon."

"Too far to reach."

Remember that time; I confessed

I liked you? Funny how I cannot

Get rid of these memories of you.

But slowly my feelings for you

Had to start to disappear.

A tear in my eye as I finally

Decide to say goodbye.