Years ago

Looking through a box
I see myself
As a five year old

A boy is with me
I still know who he is
I recognize his face

I cant believe we were best-friends
That at that age I liked him
That its been so long

I see him everyday at school
But,we rarely speak
We never cross each others path

I continue to look at the picture
And remember its a pigment of color
That we no longer know one another
As we did before