The past is just that

I used to know this young women in university. We protested against Apartheid, we danced until dawn at local clubs, we talked, laughed and cried about the future and the past. We debated religions endlessly. Huddled our bodies in the cold North American nights.

Sometimes i think i miss her only but I really miss that time in my life. She has grown into a great women who i hope still looks at the moon and wonders...