The old writing slate…clutched
In hand, close to breast…lingering
Chalk dust lies, as lace, on memories.
Stern blank surface where I learned
Proper education’s fundamentals:
Spelling, grammar, diagramming
Sentences; long-division, algebra…
When day’s studies were completed
I wrote your name inside heart, with
Mine…dreaming of Love, a future
Where we’d forever-never part…but
Life had many lessons yet to come.
For the Future can’t be diagrammed…
It’s easily misspelled; desires’ hope
Subtracts to smallest fraction…and
“X” remains unknown.
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