I remember thinking there was
nothing to live for, steering into
that abhorrent skid.
I remember the good old days, but kid, rose-coloured
glasses betray them, every single time.
I remember you asking how the world had gotten
me so down,
why I couldn’t smile without the
so I asked these friends of
mine to help me
I remember the home time bell,
the butterfly sick,
the rush to pack enough clothes.
I remember how time slowed,
Daddy’s weekend, the whiskey
I remember you asking how time had gotten
me so winded,
why I couldn’t lie with an ounce of
expression and tone never
seemed to align.
I remember smiling for you,
holding your hand so we wouldn’t drown,
trying to save you with feet inches off the ground.
But you became more than mine,
so I hoped every Friday
you wouldn’t forget this,
a king and his princess,
heir to all the perfect descriptions
poetry was too obtuse to speak of,
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