Her Memory
The charished thought,
the wrinkled skin of you touch.
But these aare just memories.
Now that your gone I wish I could say goodbye.
But to see you face again is hopes on high.
Her memory still lingers, the tough oh so familiar.
Now thats she gone.
Her memory.
Copyright © Paige Brackins | Year Posted 2006
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