To look towards your house
Each and every time I pass
Along this avenue.
Today I can surmise from here
That you're not home
On this occasion,
But other days I see
An open doorway and
Remember silly childhood games
And even later summer days
Of chatting till the stars came out
And we had to go indoors,
Back to different homes, of course.
Our last real conversation
Seven four summers ago now,
But still we always smile
Or say hello or wave from cars,
Then look away again
And journey on.
I shyly bow my head
And think of how I used to be,
Wonder if there was ever a moment
When you felt the same as me...
Then I feel habit's hold relinquish.
I smile at the thought of someone new.
I've grown out of that dream-like wish,
Those naive visions of me and you.