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I remember your laugh

And your long,  rock-star hair

That I used to run my fingers through

And wrap the loops of your curls

Around my fingers with gentle care

It was like a multi-sensory high

Just being with you

Your hands carressed my 20 year old skin

You made me promises I didn’t think you could keep

I left because I thought I could find

Someone who was better than perfect

At 20 I wasn’t so good at figuring

These kinds of things

And now it has been 25 years

And I have met men, loved them,

Married them, dated them,

Been destroyed by them…

And gathered myself in pieces

Up from the dust where they left me

Without ever looking back…

But in two decades of loving and losing

Being a friend and hoping for better

I have never found anyone

That was the kind of best friend you were

Unconditionally accepting me

No matter what I shared

Or anyone that

Lit the passion’s fire quite so high

I have never replaced you

I don’t know why I thought I could

Twenty or so years later

I wish I had not left you

But if I had stayed I never would have

Known just what I had

Time and age can teach lessons

That we can never go back

And fix

But you will always be in my heart

And that has to be enough

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You Go Girl ! Old Lady Bess

There was an old lady

Who loved to give hugs

She gave them to strangers

She gave them to bugs

Her heart was so kind

People thought she was blind

When she hugged the old man

Who had no home inside

But old lady Bess

Was not blind

She knew what it meant to be kind

The man that she hugged

Felt so filled with her love

He suddenly regained his mind

He took Lady Bess

Arm in arm

It turned out

He had lots of charm

They walked down the road

To his mansion of gold

That he hadn’t ┬áseen in many years

He left there is 1982

When he lost his sweet wife

Lilly boo

It wasn’t the same

And his heart filled with pain

When his wife died and he was alone

But now thoughts of Bess filled his head

She was a fine lady to wed

He unlocked the door

And kissed her once more

And tonight he will sleep in the bed