Reminiscent.

Long ago.

It seemed so long ago.

How young and innocent we were.

She may not remember me.

But i remember her.

Summer fades.

The truth is that summer fades.

The fruits have seasoned.

So do we.

For if your ever find another man.

Spare a thought for me.


So it seems like just yesterday that i choose to forget an aspect of growing up.
And now it seems to be coming back to haunt me.
It's not so simple to just look at someone else.
And pretend everything is forgotten.

And now at work there is one who seems so attractive.
But the irony in life is that i am not attracted to her.
She reminds me of one who was but a distant memory.

I must control myself
I know i must.

For emotions must not be allowed to flow.