The Old Days We Shared

Back in those old days, you wandered into my field of vision without meaning to, and I couldn't forget you.

Maybe the weather was lovely that day, the sky a brilliant blue, and you were wearing the red plaid shirt I loved.

I said, “You don't understand anything!”

You said, “That's right! I don't understand anything.”

You said, “The only trouble was that we met too late, in such a fleeting season.

We had already missed each other.”

I said, “Is that so?”