The Guy

On days like these, I sit on the porch

And write poems that’re

filled with remorse

I watch the kids jump in piles of leaves

Close my eyes and recall the memories

I wonder if she remembers her song

It wasn’t very good

Or  very long

I played it for her under the trees

A song about our memories

I hope she didn’t forget our first date

I felt so awkward

But she could relate

And when she held my hand, she put me at ease

This is just one of my memories

Does she remember the night that we first kissed

It was both our first times

And we almost missed

The stars were more beautiful than we could believe

It’s one of my fondest memories

But there were times when we would fight

But you’d always kiss me

And it’d be all right

We seemed to have so many of these

And they left so many memories

I wonder what has happened to her

Has she found a new love

Are things as they were

But she’s always besides me when I write these

She lives right here in my memories

Maybe tonight I’ll go to Jane

Throw a rock at her window

And kiss her in the rain

Tonight’s the night that this will cease

And we could make more memories