I have always love you
Even through all we’ve been through
You used to tell me stories
Now I tell them to you
That part in your mind
Has been sealed off
You used to brush my hair
Now I brush yours
That part has been locked
I used to be called pumpkin
Now you say, who are you
What do you want
The final door has been shut
Someone took the key
My one wish would be
To find and return the key
I would make you the way you were
And never ask for another thing
What I would give for you to look at me
And not wonder, who is that girl
I would give my life to return yours to you
Show me how to find the key
I’ll show you the world
I miss you and your stories
Please come back to me
Please try.
*This is dedicated to my gram, who suffers from Alzheimer’s, may we find a cure*

09/21/2001

Posted on 09/21/2001
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