Time machine

My mind creaks like an old time machine.
I’m over one hundred years old.
We shared laughter and smiles,
We fought and we cried,
We mended and we grew.
Five lifetimes I lived with you.
I stare at the calendar, count the days.
Wait, only one month has gone by?
I just turned twentyfour.

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