It was a bright warm Saturday,

Last fall

When the leaves were stirred

 By breaths of wind,

Ever so small


And I saw her skipping along,

Like birds in the trees

Then she smiled at me, so bright and wide,

And I felt a weakness

In my knees


She laughed and hopped

Over to me,

And I said something; I’m not sure what,

For I couldn’t seem to speak



She only giggled and twirled around,

And said

Something quaint, at which I laughed,

But it caused a weakness

In my head


And on that fateful Saturday,

Last fall

Something seemed to crack,

Because I can’t seem to remember her

At all

The End

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