"To The Girl I Left..."

A poem of remembering,
lest I forget.

I got on the bus in Denver, she looked up and smiled as I said hi.
All through Kansas we talked, laughed and joked,
as we watched the golden wheat fields rolling by.
I know she won't remember
for you know we talked no different than the rest,
yet I often recall her lovely face
and the ride we shared as being the very best.

It's funny how ones mind forgets, yet there is much we can recall,
Like her smile and gentle touch
as we road across the Heartland in late Fall.
Up ahead she had family, they were waiting as the bus came rolling in.
To the girl I left in Joplin, I remember you for you were once my friend.

Written By: Troy Windom