Winter Of Nostalgia

It was winter.
Snowflakes fell on the ground.
As white greeted our eyes.

Blue,cloudy skies.
We were just kids.
As we played in the snow.

And our ice sculptures,we show.
We were having a snowball fight.
As there appears to be sunlight.

Melting away the snow.
We may have separated paths.
But we'll meet again.

Don't know where,don't know when.
We'll meet again some sunny day.
As we catch up in the sunlight bay.

And our worries melt away.
We used to be kids.
Now,we are all grown up.

As we chose different paths.
And we meet again,after all those years.
As we remember the good old days.

And even though we separated ways.
We can still cross paths with smiles on our face.
As we talk about old and new.

Standing in the south avenue.
On the street where we grew.
As we played and sang friendship is forever.

And we'll meet again,no matter what.
On Halloween,wearing witch's broom and hat.
Laughing children,as we trick or treat.

And I hope someday,again we'll meet.
Because I miss your voice,your smile.
And we may have not talked in a while.

I understand.
But the nostalgia,sometimes I cannot stand.
Walking as I hold a dear friend's hand.