The
girl in the shop
Along
the road to the bridge
We
were friends met in pen pals column
We
got it well into it
The
many pages of letters
The
words just flowed into the page
The
days and months gone into it
One
day we met on the field
The
innocent years after school
The
fresh faces in the growing changing world
She
cycled to meet I took a bus
On
a public field of trees and shades
The
young minds of those years
She
got her mind to richness
I
was just nowhere in her mind
We
broke off going our separate way
The
pages of letters never came
It
just cooled off in silence
The
postman never rang the bell
The
time of yesterday a memory stays
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