The night I let you walk away, no screams were heard,

No shouts or whoops of hurray

Only the silence of the night as I walked home alone.

The memories have all but faded, sometimes blurred

Around the edges from thirty years of wondering.

Your face comes to me from time to time

Then vanishes into some corner of my mind;

Where my past is kept hidden among nostalgia,

T Rex and childhood innocence.



Do you remember me?



I have never forgotten you! Tall and slim with long

Blonde hair, eyes that were bright and focused,

You were always funny and daring, happy, yet sad.

“It’s that nice girl again” whispered mother as I came in

From school. “She’s in the kitchen waiting for you.

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