Remember the Times
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do you Remember the
times that we’d spend sitting
by the lake in the park in
the cold night air? how about
those damn pesky ducks that you’d
chase after and quack at? No?
do you Remember the static your
mom would give you when you came
in after curfew and you told her
that you were with me and everything
was fine? No? i do.
you overlook me everytime we’re
together. i wonder sometimes if
it’s me or your own fear; probably both.
i Remember all those moments when
we’d sit by the intracoastal and
watch the sun set – and we did
until they built a house on
“our spot” out there off of Kings Road
and those nights just stopped. why?
what happened to us when you went to
college. i know it was mostly my fault
that we didn’t talk. i know that it
was mostly my fault that i had a bitch
girlfriend. (don’t worry, no one really
liked her) but who’s fault was it that
we didn’t call? that we didn’t speak?
i can only blame it on the memories.
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©2001, Joe Jenkins
A little different style for me, I know. shrugs It’s how it came out.
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