I use to call you Sue
And now I know
I still love you.
We use to sit on your bed and talk
Of what we thought we would be
As if by wanting
We could make it so.
I don’t know
What became of you
And still wonder what of me?
I just remembered
I still love you
And that will always be
You went your way
And I went mine
But if I could go back in time…
I’d sit on your bed
And say “Even when we’re old…
To me, you’ll still be Sue.
Copyright © 2008 Marla Deaton
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