I wonder if you still remember
Sitting on that grassy hill?
Even if you’ve forgotten all of them
I dream of it still.
I feel so nostalgic and young
Those carefree days seem so far away;
With not a burden on our minds,
Living day by day.
Then summer was over
And we were to go our separate ways
“We never got to do all we wanted to do,”
I said, “I wish we can come again.”
Sitting on the dewy grass
The bottom of my jeans growing wet;
Sitting across the stream from each other
Memories I’ll never forget.
Reaching across that little stream
Taking my hand he said to me,
“Let’s make a pinky promise,
That won’t be broken by land or sea.”
We then made a plan
To travel around the world;
We would both keep in contact
In order to plan for more.
By that pinky promise
We both so dubiously swore,
But I guess it’s different for you now
You don’t care anymore.
Did you just say that
To make me feel better?
You couldn’t even tell me it was a lie
Not even send a little letter?
I kept my end of the bargain
Email after email I dutifully sent.
But see, what tore my heart apart
Was that a reply I would never get.
Out of all people, you did this to me
You betrayed my trust in you,
I guess you were not under the same spell
As I was with the beautiful dew.
But now I am strong
And from this point I have moved on.
I have forgiven, but won’t forget
The dew has not all evaporated yet.
Leaving me with the memory of that stream’s rush;
The feelings in that scene’s hush.