you with the blonde hair <br />who smoked too much weed <br />you were my favorite. <br />High on cough syrup <br />I asked you to be my girl <br />told you I was thinking about <br />another town <br />a new start <br />but if you’d be my girl, <br />I’d stay <br />you agreed and we played in the park <br />that night for hours, <br />kissing and building miniature <br />stick houses <br />it took us half and hour maybe <br />to cross the bridge <br />and those Christians <br />slowed to walk with and <br />talk with us <br />they wanted us to know <br />that they cared <br />if you read this I want you to know <br />that I still care <br />you were always my favorite.<br /><br />Jon Edward Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-don-t-even-remember-your-name/
