So I walked down that hill again.

And all I thought about was you.

I know you don't remember, but it has been embedded in me.

A sunset painting, and the wind blew through our hair, like children playing with it.

If you ask me the day, I still remember.

If you ask me the time, I still remember.

If you ask me what we talked about, I still remember.

If you ask me where you were going, I still remember.

If you ask me what you and I wore, I still remember.

Believe me, I do.

So where are you now?

I don't know.

But the one thing we talked about that day, is perhaps where you are today.

-That Lonely Road-

Justina