Walking Past You

Do you still remember the companions you once had?

The ones who were once close, the ones who were strangers, or those who merely passed you by.

Do you still remember them?

If you happened to run into them on the street, would you go up and hug them?

Would you realize

that time had driven you apart, and that the closeness you once shared had gradually grown strange?

I'll always be standing here, remembering that day, when I skipped down the stairs and saw you pass me by with your head lowered.

My dearest you, when will we get to know each other again and learn to cherish one another?