Oh How I Remember Her
Oh how I miss the fresh air
Oh how I miss the shortness of breath the sweat
I didn't know it at the time
That was all a sign of life
"You are living"
I whisper to my past self in the form of a flashback
My friends say you can't change the past
But
Oh how I miss the what-ifs
What if it was different
It haunts me
What if this is it
What if this is all I was meant to be
A memory
A fading form in a yearbook
A girl with a curse to be blissfully unaware
Oh how I remember her
Copyright © Piper Holley | Year Posted 2020
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