Remember me?

I'm that girl, from

two summers ago,

the one you almost loved.

We shared hot afternoons,

and deep nights

under shining trees.

The stars above,

crossed our paths,

and we wished

that we could fly.

But remember,

I'm the girl you

almost loved.

Then there were the picnics, boat trips,

the things we saw,

the people we met.

It was as if

the world was a book,

and we filled its pages

But remember,

I'm the girl you

almost loved.

There was that

old truck of yours

solid and warm.

When the nights grew cold,

we would sit there,

and talk for hours.

And how I'd missed you

when I'd gone,

it was your face,

that brought light

to my mornings.

I was the girl you

almost loved.

Because we never loved,

did we?

It was almost reality,

but not quite.