[Poem] The Eroding Years

The amorous thoughts

Remind me of ironies;

Of childhood memories

So blithe, and vague,

And the years that eroded

In between the lines.

And look at you now,

All muscles, in that M convertible

So white, I'd love a ride;

And all the what-ifs

Filled up the spaces

In which you could've been mine.

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