Kind of Like a Gold Star

You could have begged me to stay, but you didn’t.

And maybe that’s because you knew that I wouldn’t.

Now I’m a country away.

With little means for either of us to see the other.

But it seems silly to use that as a reason for forgetting.

A weak excuse for this disregard.

Could be there’s another reason.

Maybe it’s denial.

Maybe it’s anxiety.

Maybe it’s jealousy.

Maybe it’s fear.

Baby it’s all ok.

Things are gonna get better.

Or something like that.

You know the rest of the tune.

See it takes two to make a friendship.

But only one to hold the memories of it.

I haven’t forgotten.

Won’t be letting them go.

But I will share them again.

Some day.

If you want to remember.

Ya, and I hope you will.