A Flood of Memories
You touched my hand and opened a flood of memories.
Some were good some were bad but they always contained you and me.
Quickly the years began to race by,
I couldn’t stop them even if I tried.
Those memories that seem so far away,
All tucked in my heart as if it happened only yesterday.
I watched them fly by I was fourteen, then eighteen then twenty three,
As I followed you around hoping you would notice me.
I’ve thought about you often and always fondly,
And though I always loved you I doubt you ever noticed me.
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