History

Smiles,
Times had, and feelings haven’t left yet
What’s my best bet
Yearning for the repetition of history
Where it went,
I don’t know, how
Did I just grow up?

No, my memory can’t deceive me this way
Grown out of happiness
The memory hasn’t gone away
I would rather it cling to my thoughts

But with something to cling with,
New times,
New smiles,
And old ones that return after years
Yet without reason for emergence,
Or an opportunity to show their face

Sure there have been others,
Beautiful too,
But not those ones, the ones we lack
I want those ones back