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There's a dried up flower
Hidden in my drawer
That he gave to me
Years before

When we would run through feilds
And lay beneath the sun
Playing tag and racing the wind
With nothing on our minds but fun

There are hats that I hide
That he no longer wears
He doesn't remember
And I doubt he cares

Our scooters has long since
Turned brown with rust
And the puzzles we did
Are locked away and covered with dust

Childish dreams
Which he has outgrown
I've always held onto them
Though they're not my own

One of the things
Of which I am most afraid
Is that he's not once gone back
To the memories we'd made

Sometimes I'll wonder
While lying in bed
Is my childhood face
Ever flickering in his head

I just wish and hope
That one day he will remember
That he'll run to my house
And stroke my hair of ember

He'll tell me he never stopped
Loving that amazing summer day
So innocent and juevenille
We would imagine things to play

Times have moved on though
And things never stay the same
And in that same daydream
He would have remembered my name