Hindsight’s the kind of bitch
That you never really get
Till you share a roof and some rent
Like I did.

And I don’t think I can condense
This churning in my head
To language scrawled across a page
But I’ll try.

I remember your cheeky grin.
I remember the heart within.
Formative years as one
Skinned knees but always fun
Forever young.
I remember your cheeky grin.
I remember the heart within.