Carter Free
I remember the day that I met Carter Free.
He was enigmatic and boyish.
I remember the day I fell for Carter Free.
He was sweet and my carnage.
I remember the day I loved Carter Free.
He returned the favour.
I remember the day I married Carter Free.
I said yes and so did he, with vigour.
I remember the day the doctor told me.
I remember the day I lost Carter Free.
He lost his life, and so did we.
I remember the day I buried Carter Free.
He wore his wedding dress.
I remember the day I forgave Carter Free.
He left me with a heart to suppress.
I remember the day I remembered Carter Free.
Our time together.
I remember the day that I met Carter Free.
And I will never regret it.
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