Picking up my things on day nine,
I looked in her eyes
And she looked in mine
I could see them
Turning into a river
From the tears she was hiding
I turned back and started moving
Hoping that she wouldn’t see
The tears I was fighting
I still remember the moment when
I was reluctant to let her part
But I was sure there was a place
For her forever in my heart
She was pretty, kind and clever
And those nine days we shared
Were the best days ever
I don’t know
What took over me then
I ran back and hugged her again
With promises to stay in touch
I took my own way
And she took her own
She has never called
And nor have I
Since that day
A lot of time has passed by
I don’t know what she looks like today
Even though I see her everyday
Hugging me
With the most happy face
Smiling at me
Through the frame on my desk
And relating me a story
And I’m sure
That I smile at her everyday
From her desk
And remind her of the story
Which she reminds me of
Whenever I’m in dismay
