Old Broken Memories

Remember when you ran down the stairs
to throw a shoe in the kitchen?
Instead of hitting the wall, it hit me straight in the head.
You laugh,
your sister starred,
I dropped down and cried.
Memories like this are all that’s left.
Any of the good one’s just feel like a lie.
At least when Bruno Mars, said,
count on me,
he probably meant it.

Second Chances are always possible
jsaunders.co/secondchances
J. Saunders

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