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Growing Old

I want to take pictures

with you, the kind that

we could put in a box

and take out when

they’ve faded and

laugh at how different

we looked, how long ago

it was and how much

I’ll love you still, your

touch like a tattoo on

my skin, your figure

imprinted in my mind

from the years I’ll spend

memorizing you.