Looking back on the
letters that you wrote
brings a tear to my eye
and a lump to my throat.
Innocent times when the
world was black and white
and all our futures
looked so bright.
But life has a way of
stifling your expectations
making sure you won’t
rise above your aspirations.
Our dreams were destined
to be unfulfilled
like the life we thought
that we could build.
Memories of our time
are all that remain
after reality came calling
to make its claim.

Beautiful and so vivid! Great poem!
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Thank you
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