Back in the Day
He almost always
never
Thinks of her these
days ..
At least not the way
he always
used to think of her
back in the day ..
All the time, that is
Or
should I now say was ..
But hey ..
For some obscure
reason
and quite out of the
blue
He remembered
how she liked her butter
melted
How she always
ran her fingers through
her hair
And get this ..
How she always
smelt, felt, looked and
tasted
But then, my friend,
that was back in the day …