That Day (Poem)

We used to sit there talking about the past
because they're the only things we thought would last.
As time moved on and we had more to do,
The distance between us started to grow too.

It didn't matter who was the first to look away,
We silently agreed that we each had our own ways.
And now finally my back has faced yours,
and we're off walking through two different doors.

But as the days go by, I can't help but look back,
Despite always trying my best to keep on track,
But sometimes I wondered if we could have stayed the same way,
Just sitting there talking, just like that day.

~Terence.