365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Thirty

Almost caught up. If I can get six done today, we’re in the clear.

our memories are different.
you drank old grand-dad all the time.
and there were several days.
when I was yours.
and you were mine.

our lives became divergent.
you had to find the scene.
and I was stuck.
in what was lost.
when I turned eighteen.

ain’t no going back now.
in the end I gotta say.
there was a night.
I offered you my world.
and you turned away.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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