I KEEP REMEMBERING

I remember a love that might have been.

I remember well, yet it is growing dim.

I remember the roses he brought to me,

So sweet, fragrant, lovely to see.



I remember a love that might have been.

I remember how true my love was for him.

Into my life walked an old friend,

This caused my love story to end.



I remember a love that might have been.

I remember well, yet it is growing dim.

I hope they are happy, wherever they are,

I'll go on, wishing upon my own star.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written March 31, 1958

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