My Happy Memory Box
You whispered her name in your sleep last night
The same name I saw in your diary last week
With hearts adorned
It took me back to days long gone
When it was my name
Encircled by hearts
You drew it on a napkin that day,
In honor of our very first date
The napkin’s still lying in a box,
It is still a part of my happy memory box…
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2010
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