Hindsight’s the kind of bitch
That you never really get
Till you share a roof and some rent
Like I did.
And I don’t think I can condense
This churning in my head
To language scrawled across a page
But I’ll try.
I remember your cheeky grin.
I remember the heart within.
Formative years as one
Skinned knees but always fun
Forever young.
I remember your cheeky grin.
I remember the heart within.
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