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GOT AN EMAIL JUST THIS MORNING NEARLY SWEPT ME OFF MY FEET. I OPENED IT UP AND READ THE NOTE ADDRESSED TO ME. I COULDN’T BELIEVE MY EYES, SO I BLINKED THEM ONCE OR TWICE. AND WONDERED IF THIS COULD REALLY BE. THEN OLD FORGOTTEN MEMORIES STARTED FLOWING MY WAY. OF AN OLD FLAME IN JASPER BACK IN MY EARLY DAYS. YEP, WAS THE SAME GIRL BUT STILL I COULDN’T BELIEVE. BUT THAT’S WHAT THE NOTE DID SAY. HER DARK HAIR WAS SHINNING; HER SMILE WAS SWEET AND WARM. AS WE DANCED AWAY THE HOURS WITH HER IN MY ARMS. BACK IN THE SIXTIES, A MILLION YEARS AGO. AND I SAID, “I’LL JUST BE DARN.” I HAD OFTENED WONDERED WHATEVER HAPPENED TO HER. WAS SHE HAPPY WAS SHE SAD, WAS MY MEMORY JUST A BLUR? IF SHE ONLY KNEW THAT THRU THE YEARS I STILL CARED. ABOUT THOSE PRECIOUS MEMORIES OF HER. LIKE THE NIGHT JIM BRYAN RODE US AROUND IN HIS DADS OLD FORD. AND US IN THE BACK SEAT, NOT THE LEAST BIT BORED. I CAN’T RECALL IF THE WINDOWS EVER FOGGED UP THAT NIGHT. IN THE BACKSEAT OF THAT OLD FOUR-DOOR. I CARVED OUR INITIALS IN ALL THE TREES BACK HOME. SO I’D SEE THEM EVERYTIME I LEFT THE HOUSE AND STARTED TO ROAM. THEY WOULD ALWAYS REMIND ME OF THOSE WONDERFUL TIMES. SO I WROTE THEM ALL DOWN IN THIS POEM. SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY APART WE DRIFTED IN TIME. NOBODIES FAULT, NEITHER HERS NOR MINE. BUT I’LL ALWAYS WONDER WHAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE. IF SHE’D CHANGED HER LAST NAME ON THE DOTTED LINE. WOULD WE HAD MADE IT, OR PARTED WITH WORDS. HEARTACHE AND SORROW WITH A LOT OF HURTS. ANYWAY IT DIDN’T HAPPEN, BUT STILL MY MIND WONDERS. WOULD I HAVE BEEN HER HERO OR JUST ANOTHER JERK? YES, GOT AN EMAIL EARLY THIS MORNING, IT WAS ADDRESSED TO ME. I OPENED IT UP AND IT NEARLY SWEPT ME OFF MY FEET. I’VE SEEN A LOT OF THINGS IN THIS LIFETIME OF MINE. BUT THIS WAS SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR ME. SO IN CLOSING THIS NOTE OR WHATEVER IT MAY BE. YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MY FAVORITE MEMORY. YOU WERE THE FIRST LOVE TO EVER GET THAT CLOSE. TO THE HEART BEATING IN ME. TIME TAKES ITS TOLL, BUT WE STUGGLE ON OUR WAY. LIVING OUR LIVES DAY BY DREARY DAY. BUT ALL YOUR MEMORIES ARE STILL PRECIOUS TO ME. AND ALWAYS WILL BE IN EVERY WAY.

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Unforgettable Memories

GOT AN EMAIL JUST THIS MORNING NEARLY SWEPT ME OFF MY FEET. I OPENED IT UP AND READ THE NOTE ADDRESSED TO ME. I COULDN’T BELIEVE MY EYES, SO I BLINKED THEM ONCE OR TWICE. AND WONDERED IF THIS COULD REALLY BE. THEN OLD FORGOTTEN MEMORIES STARTED FLOWING MY WAY. OF AN OLD FLAME IN JASPER BACK IN MY EARLY DAYS. YEP, WAS THE SAME GIRL BUT STILL I COULDN’T BELIEVE. BUT THAT’S WHAT THE NOTE DID SAY. HER DARK HAIR WAS SHINNING; HER SMILE WAS SWEET AND WARM. AS WE DANCED AWAY THE HOURS WITH HER IN MY ARMS. BACK IN THE SIXTIES, A MILLION YEARS AGO. AND I SAID, “I’LL JUST BE DARN.” I HAD OFTENED WONDERED WHATEVER HAPPENED TO HER. WAS SHE HAPPY WAS SHE SAD, WAS MY MEMORY JUST A BLUR? IF SHE ONLY KNEW THAT THRU THE YEARS I STILL CARED. ABOUT THOSE PRECIOUS MEMORIES OF HER. LIKE THE NIGHT JIM BRYAN RODE US AROUND IN HIS DADS OLD FORD. AND US IN THE BACK SEAT, NOT THE LEAST BIT BORED. I CAN’T RECALL IF THE WINDOWS EVER FOGGED UP THAT NIGHT. IN THE BACKSEAT OF THAT OLD FOUR-DOOR. I CARVED OUR INITIALS IN ALL THE TREES BACK HOME. SO I’D SEE THEM EVERYTIME I LEFT THE HOUSE AND STARTED TO ROAM. THEY WOULD ALWAYS REMIND ME OF THOSE WONDERFUL TIMES. SO I WROTE THEM ALL DOWN IN THIS POEM. SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY APART WE DRIFTED IN TIME. NOBODIES FAULT, NEITHER HERS NOR MINE. BUT I’LL ALWAYS WONDER WHAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE. IF SHE’D CHANGED HER LAST NAME ON THE DOTTED LINE. WOULD WE HAD MADE IT, OR PARTED WITH WORDS. HEARTACHE AND SORROW WITH A LOT OF HURTS. ANYWAY IT DIDN’T HAPPEN, BUT STILL MY MIND WONDERS. WOULD I HAVE BEEN HER HERO OR JUST ANOTHER JERK? YES, GOT AN EMAIL EARLY THIS MORNING, IT WAS ADDRESSED TO ME. I OPENED IT UP AND IT NEARLY SWEPT ME OFF MY FEET. I’VE SEEN A LOT OF THINGS IN THIS LIFETIME OF MINE. BUT THIS WAS SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR ME. SO IN CLOSING THIS NOTE OR WHATEVER IT MAY BE. YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MY FAVORITE MEMORY. YOU WERE THE FIRST LOVE TO EVER GET THAT CLOSE. TO THE HEART BEATING IN ME. TIME TAKES ITS TOLL, BUT WE STUGGLE ON OUR WAY. LIVING OUR LIVES DAY BY DREARY DAY. BUT ALL YOUR MEMORIES ARE STILL PRECIOUS TO ME. AND ALWAYS WILL BE IN EVERY WAY.