A mental smile placed on paper.

The girl between.
That was you.
To young to know as a woman,
to old to know as a child.

Confused, and trusting,
and I not understanding.
To much, to soon,
and love dies,
before it lives.

I will remember you
as the girl between.
In the light,
not the dark,
and pleasently in the cool evening hours.

As your mind lies idle,
from the days work,
I hope that you will think of me,
and smile.
For that is how I remember you,
the girl between.