The Old Barn
The barn where my kissing cousin and I
spent a lot of time together.
We were such good friends,
a little kissing is all we ever did,
time and time again we
would joke around and
tease her brothers.
The old barn is only place
we could go to just be ourselves,
we would talk on forever, about
just almost anything.
As the years went by,
my family moved to the big city,
and left our small town behind,
with just loving memories.
My cousin and I slowing drifted
farther away from each other,
until we became total strangers,
she married someone as I did also,
her mom died and her dad sold
the house with the old barn,
then the worse thing happened,
the house and the old barn were
torn down, now only
thing I have is the memory
of that old barn.
wrote 4-7-11
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