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I often wonder

What it was you remembered

Of my time spent with you-

 My laughter?

My voice?

Brushing my hair?

You probably thought of me often

More than I thought of you.

I did think of you-

Just not as often...see you were always there

At least I thought

It would always be that way.

You probably cherished my letters

My written words-

That arrived sparatically...

They brought me home to you.

I looked forward to your letters

Your written words-

That arrived faithfully

They  brought me home to you

 I thought

I would let you know

What I remember

Of my time spent with you

 Your laughter.

Your voice.

You brushing my hair

 I think of you often.

And your letters

That no longer arrive...

I still have the ones you sent

and

I cherish them.

 I just can't read them.

Because they bring me

Home to you...

But

You're not there.