Friends of Past

 

I used to call you lover.

I used to call you friend.

Reality awakens me,

 from this game of pretend.

 

You always looked out for me.

When no one else did.

I felt so childlike as if I was your kid.

 

Time changes so many a thought.

I can't recall for what we fought.

Remember you came to me,

and sought.

 

We will meet many a kind in our life.

Some will bring joy, others strife.

What  will  I do with,

with what I get?

Never forgotten, never a regret.

 

Rose November 2007