i kept the paper plane you made
when you visited twenty years ago
i kept the picture of you in your old hat
in the meadow
i memorized the song you wrote
and the way you sang the words
the boy you were with your
summer girl
with ease you walked, your happy laugh
the late night never ending talks
morning continued the day and you
were never tired
scarlet skies, southern winds that
perfumed our memories
i keep you in the deepest, safest part
in the heart of me
no one knows where to find that key
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