Memories of a Love Once Had

Everyday that I think of that house, I think of you.
The day we sat against the wall after school
and talked about anything and everything.
I remember you when I think of something new.
I think of you every time I see a butterfly.

Everytime I meet someone from Minnisota, I think of you.
I could tell you anything and everthing.
You were every bit as interested in the conversations that I had with myself
as the the ones I had with you.

I never grew tired of you.
I always looked foward to a new day with you.
We were the same but always different.
That's what made it perfect.