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Memories
I was seven and you were eight
We had everything to appreciate
We ran through days
Doing nothing but play
It felt like we would never sway
I was twelve and you were thirteen
We forgot about the days where I was your queen
I went through school
Feeling like a fool
For thinking you would be anything but cruel
I was sixteen and you were seventeen
I lost trust in everything
I dragged through days
My love still ablaze
But you were still locked in a haze
I was nineteen and you were twenty
I cringed thinking you of you calling another woman honey
But she dumped you
And with nothing to do
You came back to what you thought you knew
I was twenty-eight and you were twenty-nine
I could finally call you mine
You said we should go out by the tree
We did and you got down on one knee
And you didn’t even have to make a plea
I was thirty five and you were thirty six
We had a two year old baby girl named Beatrix
I surprised you by revealing
The fact that with another one we’d be dealing
I laughed when you didn’t conceal your squealing
I was fifty four and you were fifty five
We agreed there were times where we felt more alive
We watched our two kids grow one by one
When the second one left you kneeled down and said “son”
“Be good and don’t forget, we’re still here in the long run.”
I was seventy and you were seventy one
We were close but we still weren’t done
We went away to a nursing home
But our spirits never left us alone
Even when we were neglected by Beatrix and Jerome
I was ninety three and you are dead
A word that never stopped filling me with dread
I had laid down without shedding a tear
Setting down all my worries and fears
And poof went the memories of ninety three years
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