Sra. Mily

Do you remember?

Sitting on the dirt,

wet cheeks and dry eyes

from the days of crying.

How could you not remember? 

Tired of how life was going,

after discovering who they were, 

you forced me to stand,

to chase after you.

I bet you remember,

how you taught me to forget,

even for a brief moment,

to laugh at your silliness, 

your arrogance,

your sweet elegance.

I still remember.

Though I always tend to forget,

in that morning covered with silence, 

you helped me remember,

remember how to forget.

So, do you remember?

Sitting by your silliness,

laughing for a brief moment, 

remembering how it felt, 

to chase after you,

to forget.