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Apr 2013
Do you remember when we used to sit with each other?
I do.
We'd sit in silence and look at the meadow before us,
Only allowing the rustles of trees and whispers of wind speak for us.
Do you remember when we used to hold hands?
I do.
The safety of the world was lock between those sweet little fingers,
Each one sweatier than the next,
But never letting me let go in case a bear came to eat me.
Do you remember when we used to watch tele together?
I do.
We'd sit in the living room for hours,
Giggling at Courage the Cowardly Dog, or Ah! Real Monsters,
Or playing reruns of Top Gear until they began to repeat in the marathon.
Do you remember when we used to speak to one another?
I do.
I used to look up to you as my hero,
The one I always aspired to be like
Until I found out you were human like the rest of us.
Do you remember the last time we said goodbye?
I do.
We argued about the luggage in the trunk
Until you stormed off and I drove myself away,
Never to see your hazel eyes again.

I wish I could've said goodbye one last time.
Once more before you let the rustles of trees and whispers of the wind
Take you off forever.
Annie Young
Written by
Annie Young  New York
(New York)   
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