Fond Memories

It is late at night as I look out my window

I think back many years

you'd come over and we'd hold hands

I know it's my fault you

never promised you would stay

I used to cry for you

now my heart has grown cold

my face and my body

have grown very old.

I cry when I see myself

practically toothless, wrinkles

and have to live with it

but like tonight

I have fond memories

memories of the good times

laughing, enjoying life

then as quickly as a candle is blown out

it was over and you were gone

I guess it was your time to move on.