This Time Last Year

I sat alone in the library today,

            This time last year we sat here together.

I see a boy and girl, talking at laughing as we did.

             He shyly touches her leg to reassure her,

She holds his hand. 

                 Just like us. 

These memories come flooding back

              As I think of you. 

I almost shed a tear,

           But what is the point of crying?

It won’t bring you back to me.