Back to school, have we all changed so much?
I see You standing on the platform,
As I step down from the train,
It has certainly been too long my friend,
But at last I am home again.
A school reunion, will you attend,
As you stand holding her hand,
I came alone, I thought you would,
I am nervous I can’t pretend.
Your face has not changed,
Just older like me,
Does she love you like I did,
I thought we were always meant to be.
Our school has not changed,
Just fresh new paint,
To cover up all the words,
On the walls, we did taint.
You were always my friend, through teenage years,
I thought, you would always be my lover,
As I look at the classroom, just the same,
When we always sat next to each other……
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