Bones
Side by side Hand in tiny hand Voices whisper The wind sings
Every bone tells a story
I will never Forget That summer
Shattered and broken, each shard a string of words
That summer Behind the woodshed He appeared He saw
Each paragraph held together by hope He knows my name He's seen my face He was there
Punctuated by sorrows and joys in turn I don't know If he will Forget But I Never will
I don't know if she has forgotten, but I never will.
This story is told in two alternating points of view, marked off by ** It begins with a girl, then goes to the male character, and so on
Jade Holt
SourceLicence:Public domain (author dedication)