“The Past”

Over the years,

We fell apart.

Lost contact,

Drifted away.


Many memories created,

Without each other.

We led different lives,

Took different paths.

We made,

Many mistakes,

And beautiful children,

Life happens.


Our time came,

Gods plan.

For us to be together,

For us to be a family.


Our past is our past,

The way it was meant to be.

From here on out,

It’s you and me. 

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