Fresh

It's a saturday night, believe it or not,
Not one beer, a cigarette, or a whiff of the old herb,
I'm dead cold sober, the summer is at its end,
Like a roller coaster ride, it's had many twists and turns,
I have lived, I have learnt, been burnt, and healed with time,
A special girl, though a hard pill to swallow,
Still fresh in the mind, step by step it becomes easier,
She won't be forgotten, I keep her close,
Tears, smiles, laughter,
Few words to describe this woman,
Although there could never be enough,
Anyway we choose our own paths,
Let yours be great, let it be blessed,
Time will heal, how long must i wait?