I still remember the day as clear as yesterday,
I remember how we didn’t speak,
I remember how we became friends,
And how we were always the “in a good way” freaks.

I remember the times when we’d walk to the church field,
I remember you’d take pictures and I’d draw,
I remember when we’d show eachother our finished work,
And how we’d give one anothers opinion right there and raw.

I remember we’d swim and pretend we were creatures of the deep,
I remember when we’d venture into the woods,
I remember all the good times,
And how we lived our childhood, like everyone should.

I also remember when I moved away,
I remember we vowed to be best friends just like friends would,
I remember we both eventually move on,
And how I look back now to think of the “coulds”.

I remember I brushed it off,
Like a child with dirt,
I now know how I really feel,
Saddened by all the disgrace and hurt.