friends/love/growing up/growing apart/losing a friend/missing a friend
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A smile or two is all that can last,
when summers or autumns seem always to pass.
Maybe just maybe, when winters are done,
it'll all melt away by the glorious sun.
Like the summer breeze
it comes and goes,
but like the winter snow
it burns the rose
the one you once gave me.
I've held on to it
through my promiscuous, shameful nights
Believe what you will.
Lie what you won't.
Fact is, you are my everything.
You know me better than anyone else, includine me.
You save me more than a couple of times.
A box, a box is all I desire to bring with me;
Not just any box, but a box full of stuff.
A box filled with memories---
A box with photographs, letters, and stuffed animals.
I remember a time
Seems like yesterday
When things were different,
Less complicated.
Barbie dolls strew across a yellow quilt
Fairytales played to life in the backyard
Picnic lunches
The sun has set on us,
though another day awaits.
All the memories made
in the sun's rays start to fade.
Pictures of old times
have been pushed to the backed
and with a heavy heart
I begin to pack.
