Remember those days
When you rested your head on my lap
When my hands played with your hair
When you read from “Jane Eyre”
Or sang me one of your songs
We had books stacked hundreds high
Our imagination past these skies
What happened to us?
We used to be…. perfect
Now we’ve both moved on
But our books share
A memory.....a story
That will be as old as time

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