Memories of you

Memories of you

embedded in my conscience,

appears untouched

at least for now,

for a brief silent moment

our eyes collided, I never,

have thought, that I had

the courage, to watch, to stand up.

It was short, but gave me the will

to continue.

I known from the start

that I've haven't got a change,

nor the luck

to be friends, to talk...

It was once in a life time offer ,which I missed,

I should had been more alive.

I like the way you think…

So different,

I like the way you move,

never in a hurry

every time, I saw you, you weren't relaxed,

always being dragged,

asked... and sent to do that.

And you willingly accepted.

You went...

Are they still making you laugh?