March 7, 2010
Memories weave like broken paths
Worn out sidewalks
Blades of grass run over as many times
As the memory has played over in my mind
I remember times of sunshine
And times of snow
But it's you
With your broken hearts and folded hands
And hourglasses timed with sand
Whom my memories keep leading back to.
You, with your broken promises
And hidden bottles filled to the brim with messages
I'll never surely see
You, with your brown eyes
And your warm touch that has since gone cold
With the passing winter
And as the snow starts to melt,
I will take his hand
But remember it was you
Who made me who I am.

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