I thought about you today.
It is not that I do not think about you all the time, but today it was different.
I thought about when you were younger and had dreams about seeing the world.
The things that made you wonder, and made you feel at ease.
It was something special, that made you special.
I thought about the house that at the time you did not know would become your home.
The one that you did not like, but the one that made all your memories.
Little did you these would be some of the last that you had with the people that you love.
Everything was special, but you did not know it or care to enjoy it.
I thought about the trees, it was five of them.
You watch them grow and bloom as they did with you.
You had your favorite, yet you will never say which one it was.
This was a different time, and you were you, but were you?
One year ago, seems so far, yet 20 seems a lifetime ago.
I miss this person; I wish you could go back and do again.
Would everything be the same, I do not think so.
You learn and grow and that is what happen.
I often wish you could be back there.
Then I think about, and I will just enjoy the memories instead.