Blind memories

Do you ever think about me?

Because sometimes I think about you.

I don't know what happened,

but we did what we wanted.

Clear is to me 

that it wasn't

what we wanted to be.

I don't regret it.

I would not want to

forget any of it.

You were my friend, too.

But now, we are

more than nobodies.

Just now, we are

just blind memories.