Oh The Memories

and we'll stop and look around
maybe point out places we used to go
take a few pictures for our dusty photo albums

but it will never be the same
never be like it was
and you won't mention it
neither will i
we'll just keep moving on in our own separate ways

by Katherine Dennihy

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...you're right Katherine, it's never the same but given time it could be better. Nice write.