Once, eight years ago, I made a new friend.
Her blonde hair and hazel eyes amazed me.
She talked with confidences, she did everything.
She did all with pride and was never shy.
I was unlike her a lot, I was the odd of the world's even.
Still, she walked with me as an odd.
She was a teacher to me, a fellow classmate,
a friend with all qualities worth opening to.
And she did know my world as I knew hers.
But time played with us and the world
pluck our petals off of the same flower.
She have grew, as I have, of course,
neither of us saw it with our own eyes though.
I still utter her names, yet I do not know her.
If she ever sees me again, we would just pass each other.
Because of her, I changed and hid my odd.
My differences will light her away, and I,
I will remain waiting for her shadows.