Those brown eyes and that smile

It must be true.I have heard that when we get older we take enjoyment in thinking of the past.

I sure do because lately I've been doing a lot of it.Today and on a few other occasions I get a wif of my favorite cologne as a young teenager.English Leather.It takes me back to another time.Almost a flashback of things I felt and did back then.

It takes me back to High School and a girl.Her name was Mary Alice.I was so shy,awful shy.We never had any classes to gather and my only connection with her was the hallways during class changing and the lunch room.

Just shared glimpses.Those brown eyes and that smile I can see now.Once she spoke to me saying hi.I can remember stuttering and stammering out the words hi back to her.Often I have wondered what if.What if I had been brave enough and not so shy.

So after all these years I still think of those days of passing by Mary Alice in the hall.If only I could live my life over.