Long Long Ago

I can picture things All of these days People change But memories don’t. He used to be a friend Who keep his promise Autumn leaves falling down He remembers me nothing. I keep the old tie From our very first meet Sitting downstairs Thought of best days. He wore his white shirt With his smiling lips We talked about past State of being honest. Time won’t fly To change everything You’ve come so far Truly amazing Walked to the door Watched green grasses Just realized This story is just the end.