Dusting The Past

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Many

Many sunsets have died

Since then, my dear.

Are you still the same one

I knew once from way back when?

No

I don't suppose you are

You never were the kind

To always stay stagnant,

Stuck in one place.

I expect you've grown up by now

Maybe changed your outlook on life.

I know I probably had

Something to do with that.

But I'll never get to apologize.

Where do you live now?

I heard you headed down south

After the summer.

Would I be able to recognize you

If I saw you again?

I still recall the little beach house you had

And all the love that happened those years.

Are you laughing with someone else right now,

The same way you did with me?

I wonder if our initials are still there

Carved beside the door,

Or have you sanded them smooth?

Maybe the place even has a new owner.

That seashell you gave me,

The only thing I didn't send back,

Sits in a drawer these days, gathering dust.

Can't really bear to keep it,

But I can't bring myself to throw it out.

It still pains me to think

That if I hadn't left you behind

We might've had a family by now.

I hope your future kids will end up

With a better mother than I could've been

If you ever tell my story

And how I hurt you at the end

They can feel free to hate me

I won't mind

I know I deserve it.

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