Nothing to Do with Youth

My eyes have seen the old, worn window

Outside hangs a setting sun

The sun casts a lazy light that makes me feel languid

Its light falls across the desk where I sit

An ink pen writes hope on white paper

A stubbornness that has nothing to do with youth

And a melancholy that has nothing to do with memories

The years I once couldn't get through

The love I once couldn't escape

And the vows we once made

Were all unrelated to youth, in the end

I just can't forget how it felt

I just can't forget everything we shared

It will last forever throughout our lives