#381 Lexington Poem by Jimmie Arrington

I think about you often
But I never speak your name.
I remember you back when
You and I were quite the same.

Back when the world was young and kind.
Sometimes I wish life would rewind.

I think about the old days,
Of nights underneath the stars.
I think about it always,
I'm reminded by these scars.

You were right here but then erased,
I still recall your smell, your taste.

Though we'll never meet again
And we'll never be the same,
I think about you often
But I never speak your name.