27 April 2012

There was a garden where you usually waited for me after class. A garden with two swings.

There we talked and talked. About your dreams, my dreams.

There we laughed and laughed. About our teacher, our day at school.

There we listened and listened. To Chopin and Debussy as well as Tchaikovsky and Brahms.

I told you my secret and you told me yours. Those happy times, you told me not to forget.

And so I answered,"How can I forget?"

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