Memories

Memories by Lilia G.

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I stomp into the attic, angry at myself

Dust flying as I slam the door

Sink to my knees and rummage about for a memory

Before I lash out at the world.

An old box of photographs 

sits idle, waiting for a reply

Black and white and crimson gold

Of years passing by.

So many memories I might have forgotten

If I didn't hold them in my hands

So many memories I might have shoved away

If you weren't there.

If you weren't there.

We're smiling at the camera, 

trees around the frame

I think I remember the day we left

For a life of fame.

Oh, that didn't take roots

We marched back after half an hour 

But our friendship lasted longer than that

And new ones began to flower

So many memories I might have forgotten

If I didn't hold them in my hands

So many memories I might have shoved away

If you weren't there

If you weren't there.

And there we sit

thinking oh how the time has passed

And we're left with nothing to say

And we're left with knowing the other will stay

While the other will go

And we take one last picture

The one I gaze at most

For who knew death would catch you

For who knew life would pulse through

Your fingertips that withered cold.

So many memories I might have forgotten 

If I didn't hold them in my hands

So many memories I might have shoved away 

If you weren't there

If you weren't there

Sitting beside me

Blinking, maybe

But it doesn't matter anymore

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We were kids back then

Thinking we would live forever

We were kids back then

That's how it's always gonna be.

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from 'Kids' By Ben Rector