Sometimes I see her, a sad shy girl.
But it is only a memory
Sometimes, I see her sad down cast face and long to hold her.
Sometimes, when I try, I’ll see her cry and long to wipe the tears away.
Sometimes ,when I am imagining, I think of things to tell her.
Sometimes I find myself saying things like; “You are worth a lot! Why can’t you see?”
But, she cannot see or hear me.
For she only lives in my memory, now.
Sometimes, when I’m lost in time, upset about the past…
I see her face again and mourn the girl I was.