Just a short-ish poem that I wrote in a bad mood on a Friday night... Hope you like it! Please review!

Ten years. That is how long it's been.

Everything has changed, yet there is a clinging sense of déjà vu,
hanging in the air like a suspended balloon;
unlike those ever persistent words I've been trying to say to you
that died on my lips as soon as I saw.

You are far worse than I thought.
Your once smiling face now unfeeling, uncaring,
your brow pulled down into a confused sort of glare.
I sit in front of you, hesitantly, as if afraid.
Afraid that you will shun and scorn me
as you have done so often nowadays.

You may now be incapable of remembering me,
or even anything at all,
amnesia reducing your mind to its worst.
But I will speak, and you will listen,
I know you can.
Maybe you will hear and remember, a miracle.
But the trouble with miracles is they don't last long.

We are children, young and carefree.
inseparable. Grasping hands at the age of three,
laughing and giggling, playing Grown Up.
Making those childhood vows every child makes,
and if kept, bring the world to chaos.
And make it a much better place.

The promise to never leave each other,
be best friends forever, face everything together.
But the forever part was so far away,
much too far for our little eyes to see,
much too far for our little legs to run,
much too far for our little minds to think.

Now we are eight. We have grown distant the past four years,
but not so far that we can't remember,
you look at me in the hall and smile.
I think of how we used to play.
But still I wonder, how long will it last,
until you find others to replace me.

At a birthday party of a friend which I attended,
I am the only girl, all by myself.
You left your friends, and took my hand.
In the middle of the room, for everyone to see.

We talked and laughed and spun around in circles,
and played like we used to.
Showing that you remember it too.
And in those short hours, we are best friends again,
and my faith is redeemed that forever is possible.

But you proved your promise to be wrong.

The next few years were horrible to me.
You never said hello, when I passed and smiled,
I was always on the receiving end of your glares.

Unable to think of what I had done wrong,
I tried to change. I did, I swear.
I left my friends, my true friends.
When the one I should have left was you.

You never changed your behavior,
despite my pleas and efforts. Should I have tried harder?
Would that have worked? Was I just too shy?
Or were you just too distant from me?
Was it me? Was it you?
Whomever it was, we never spoke again.

Sometimes at night, I think of you,
and how we were inseparable.
I loved you, you know.
Now I hate you,
which is one step closer to loving you again.
But torn memories and broken trust keep me from it.

Now I am here. Before you. Once more.
Practically begging you to remember me, forgive me.
For what? For hating you? For loving you?
For forgiving you.
Perhaps you will wake up next morning,
with memories I thought you had lost.
Of a young girl, and a broken heart.

And you will remember me.
Shift your gaze painfully slowly to your side,
where I had stood so patiently all those years.

But I will be gone.

And all remembrance of me left to nostalgic nights.

Please review if you liked it (if you didn't review anyway), tell me what you thought of it! If you did like it, I have other works on if you guys are interested. Thanks for reading!