The Boy

I know I left him smiling
When last we met and talked,
And it seems the shortest time ago
When down the path we walked.

Together he and I made plans
Such grand things we would do.
Not pretend idle daydream thoughts,
But things that would come true.

But somehow life distracted
And then girls came into view,
And though he was my confidant
I'd met friends that were new.

Life was sweet and my book was full,
But I missed that little guy.
Sometimes I think we'll talk again.
Perhaps one day I'll try.

But days turn into weeks and then
In turn to months and years that pass,
And long the time since last I talked
To the boy in the looking glass.

Lou Trapasso