I remember you. Do you remember me? Do you remember Grandma had that one specific tree?
We had to be just 3 or 4. You were right there... just next door.
I think there's an idea behind what is, but what? You won't get close enough to tell.
It took me all these years to see, I left you there in Hell.
So now, it doesn't matter who or where I am. You have left, gone away, and become a foreign Man.
Do you remember that one time you called me on the phone?
Do you remember that one time we had that crash right near your home?
I walked away both times. I Don't know what you did then.
And now I'm trying to sort it out.... unless all the sorting's done.
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