What It Use To Be

I wonder if her remembers me.
or am I just a memory.
I wonder if he thinks of us.
or he finds it useless.

I think about how happy we were.
and the memories make tears stir.
I think of the plans we had made.
while we were lying under the shade.

I wonder if he thinks the memories,
that we had shared between us.
I wonder if her remembers me.
the things I showed him how it use to be.