The First Time.

Do you remember the first time you met her ?
Her hair were short, it fell perfectly on her shoulder
Her finger were in between the torn pages of an old book
Marking it where she last read the page.

Do you remember the last time you saw her ?
Her long hair were flowing down her back
and her hand were holding a notebook filled with words and a pen instead of an old book
and just like her hair, her heart too has changed.

                                                                                  -SoftyDreamer