Our Memories Poem by Nicole Eleanor Wicks
Our Memories
I miss you and the way we used to be,
I miss all the great times when it was you and me,
all of which are now memories.
The never ending scrap book in my mind,
all the pages of you, I can't find.
I miss you and our memories.
Why does it have to be like this?
I miss you and your fancy tricks.
You said it was over, but for me it's not.
I still have those memories chained to my heart with a padlock.
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'Tis the way of life you will have a whole closet of these before you back off and find the way. read my Cicatrix on page 2. Adeline