Those Were Good Times

As the car drove past
That place today
Like it did so many times before
I was suddenly transported
To the land called Yesterday.

Back to the day
When everything was new
Including our friendship.

I remember the laughters
It was awkward, yet comfortable
Despite our differences
Something was shared.

It could have been so pretty
Still, it was not meant to be.
I see it clearly now.

I miss those days
When everything felt pure and beautiful
And I was, in most probability
More naive than I am today.

But those were good times.

Those were good times.