A poem

A summer not in love but
a summer of just being occasional friends
you weren’t that pretty, you weren’t that sexy
at least
I didn’t think so

And I couldn’t call you, I couldn’t tell you about myself
I was too scared of what it might mean
    I’m always too scared

meaning

But there were times you made me forget.

I met your friends and they were very nice
You were all 3 years younger than me but it was warm and nostalgic
I thought of my times
and wished they were like this; maybe they would start to be

Don’t get me wrong, I have sat and imagined to myself about whisking you away
and we could travel to interesting places
see interesting things
    and interesting people
    and make memories that would occupy interesting corners of our minds

But no
I remember I am too scared, for life will always go on