I use to know a boy,

With a smile the size of Montana,

Who smelled like sunshine,

And perfect days.

His eyes where green,

And alive,

Freckles spotted his nose,

And he had a cute dimple in his left cheek.

But when I look at him now,

I wonder if I ever knew him at all.

His smile is dark, and small,

His eyes are a dead, jade color,

And his skin is dark with summer tan.

His laugh is short,

And he never smiles enough for his dimple to show.

Did I ever know you?