You and Me

There once was you and me.

But you were too old and I was too young.

You were tall. I was short.

You were beautiful. I was plain.

We were loud. That's for sure.

Now here we stand.

That look in our eyes.

That look which says:

I want you. But I can't have you.

So here we stand.

One more look.

One more memory.

One more glance before we leave.

Now here we stand.

Never wanting to leave.