flipping through the old scrapbook,
trying to remember those days of freedom,
running through the sprinklers,
laying down in the grass,
side by side,
your hand holding mine,
watching the clouds,
but really gazing at you.
flipping the page,
seeing us again,
sitting on the couch,
my head on your shoulder,
your arm around me,
fighting back the fear,
protecting me from harm,
our first "i love you"s.
pictures so sweet,
us so happy,
inside slightly growing apart,
more and more pages,
less and less of you,
showing the drift,
but i can still remember that first "i love you".
2007-06-14
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