I use to call you Sue, 

And now I know

I still love you.

We use to sit on your bed and talk

Of what we though we would be,

As if by wanting, we could make it so.

I don't know

What became of you,

And I still wonder what of me.

But I just remembered

I still love you

And that will always be.

You went your way

And I went mine,

But If I could back in time...

I'd sit on your bed and say,

"Even when we're old...

To me, you'll still be Sue."

 

 written 2008