I thought I had forgotten you,
but quite clearly I did not
since you pop up every now and then,
a simple fleeting thought.
I remember that summer
that never seemed to end
and all the fun we had
when you were actually my friend.
Still the sweetest thing you’ve ever done
occurred that warm August night
when you had the DJ say my name
as the fair ride took flight.
Content after twenty rides,
we slowly ambled back
and for just a moment,
I didn’t fear attack.
Sometimes I do forget
all the pain you put me through
in the times that I remember
the sweet little things you could do.
Scrambler
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