Remember when I loved you?
Eyes, all for you.
Remember sweet whispers of nothing
Soft and caressing like summers wind?
Remember big brown orbs and soft subtle curves?
And swollen lips?
Remember summer?
How could you forget.
These are the last of memories I'm writing,
May they'll be remembered by someone else.
Someone new to it all.
May they learn the lessons involved with the hands of others
May the learn the right and wrongs,
And may they age with grace at the hands of Father Time himself.
More so than I have.
May the bridges I burn
Light my way.
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