We will never be of the same age againI always felt likeI was going to dieyoung;yet, as years go by,I'm slowly losing this betI've made against myself.So here I amliving -still doing things for the first timelike eating sushi,meeting people,new places&every timeI live something for the first timeI think of youand how your listof first thingsis never going to grow outto be more than it waslast november.The first bite of cake I hadafter you diedwas the worst.Enjoyingthe small thingswhile going on livingfelt unfairto you,but month after monthI learned to let goof the guilt.I've folded the memory of youand hid it in my heart -I often take it outand leave it in the sunto make sure the dustwon't settle on it.You're still here,even though you're not.You told meyou liked my poems,I'm sorry this had to bethe one written about you.
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