My Longtime Beau

The memory of a good person is a blessing But the thing about remembering is that you don't forget. I remember when your name would roll of my tongue, Now it's to the point where I can't say it without deep thought. The memories aren't something that would be thrown around carelessly, Because the time spent with you we could both feel the chemistry. The history and chemistry, not just two subjects, But what we had can fit into those classes.. Only to be described to those with a high level of intellect. Now everything has gone back to the way it was, before we met. Everything's a mystery, we've both let go.. This poem is dedicated to you, signed to 'My Longtime Beau'