Why did you leave without ever looking back?

Do you ever think of me? the girl whose hand you held... in the front seat of that old stationwagon.

Do you ever think of me? the girl whose lips you kissed... on a Friday night in your bedroom in the dark.

Do you ever think of me? the girl who looked at you anew... the following Saturday morning before we traipsed off into the woods with our sleds.

Do you ever think of me? the girl who flirted with you... while playing basketball in the driveway in front of your dad.

Do you ever think of me? the girl who would reply and write you letters... instead of listening to my teachers.

Do you ever think of me? the girl who would listen to love songs... on the tape that you made for me.

Do you ever think of me? the girl who would meet you in the locker room... just so we could steal a kiss or two or many.

Do you ever think of me? the girl who pushed your long hair behind your ears... just so I could see your eyes.

Do you ever think of me? the girl who gently touched your cheek... while you cried and cried and cried.

Do you ever think of me? the girl whose heart you broke... when you never even said goodbye.