Remember the days, <br />silent words and joyful smiles, <br />of shy glances and tender hands. <br /> <br />Remember the times <br />of the picture shows, <br />and of almost back rows. <br /> <br />Remember too, <br />understanding looks and feeling same, <br />not of love, but of friendship bloom. <br /> <br />Now all gone, <br />as you are to me, <br />missed are the words you did not say.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-friend-8/
