I remember….
When this house was full of laughter,
We partied and drank to the ever after.
Each room was filled with love and light,
Each day a discovery, a new delight.

I remember…
This bench, where you used to sit,
You said there was nowhere quite like it.
Solid, strong and made of oak,
The memories that this seat evoke…

I remember…
You called this your home base,
Your safety net, your thinking space.
This is where you sat when sore impugned,
This is where you came to lick your wounds.

And now…
This beautiful spot has been betrayed,
Our home is empty and decayed.
Each one of us drained a bitter cup,
And so the house is boarded up.

And yet…
The bench is still sitting, waiting there,
To welcome your precious derrière!
And even amidst this Autumn chill,
I swear I can hear the laughter still…

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