My Architect

The first friend my memory chose to keep,
Now haunts my ever restless sleep!
He built me a castle in our box of sand,
I grinned then crushed it with my hand.

Later, a castle of cards he built,
Which I blew down swiftly with no guilt.
With same sly grin I gave that boy,
Said, "You can build nothing I can't destroy."

More deftly made at each year's turn!
Thrilled me, the harder it was to burn.
'Til plague brought down on him a war
And my architect built me nothing more.

It was I who crumbled at his last thought,
"Your heart is all I've ever sought."
"In my soul, my last words to the boy!"
"You've etched a castle I can't destroy."

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