Two years now past since you’ve expired
Your tattered edges and chipped corners
show their age but not mine.
I was a freshman and only eighteen,
Not a care in the world, not a care at all
Memorized your details down to the t
Four inches short, eyes muddy brown
Off-kilter smile and hay colored hair
Surely not me, surely this won’t pass
Here we are three weeks to go,
Still reliable now and then
Retired and expired you soon shall be
Past your prime as I reach mine
I lose two years, I lose a friend.
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