I use to know a boy,
With a smile the size of Montana,
Who smelled like sunshine,
And perfect days.
His eyes where green,
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?