On days and nights, my mind goes down the path that writes your name. Despite the suns of summers and snows of winters it still remains the same. How in the world could I ever forget the day that you first looked at me? Brown were your eyes and shy was your smile and the weight of your stare was the sea. I know that I’ve known you from somewhere before, I tried and tried to ponder. Perhaps it was in another time and place–something we were not meant to remember.