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A Quarter Past Two
I remember when we were younger.
When you were barely 4 foot,
I was 4’8.
You called me your best friend,
I never stopped you.
We got older,
Time stole you.
You called me once a year,
I hear voices over the line,
‘Happy birthday’.
I saw you at Christmas last year.
Smiling ear to ear,
Dimples deep at the corners of your mouth.
You haven’t aged a bit,
You’re hardly 5 foot.
I curse time,
Time stole you.
But you still smile the same,
Hardly 5 foot.
Your voice still squeaks,
You still have those big front teeth.
You’ve hardly changed.
Perhaps time stole me…?
Everyone’s still walking,
When did I get so far behind?
When you were barely 4 foot,
I was 4’8.
You called me your best friend,
I never stopped you.
We got older,
Time stole you.
You called me once a year,
I hear voices over the line,
‘Happy birthday’.
I saw you at Christmas last year.
Smiling ear to ear,
Dimples deep at the corners of your mouth.
You haven’t aged a bit,
You’re hardly 5 foot.
I curse time,
Time stole you.
But you still smile the same,
Hardly 5 foot.
Your voice still squeaks,
You still have those big front teeth.
You’ve hardly changed.
Perhaps time stole me…?
Everyone’s still walking,
When did I get so far behind?
Published 13th Jun 2024
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When you look around and hardly recognize the people around you.
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