Me Time!
Me Time!
She got rid of everything
But that folder in her gallery
Filled with all the things you and her
It was a journey she decides
To remember, a lesson;
All the rare times when you were
Together,
Smiling,
Watching
The hours go by.
She doesn't open the folder in her gallery, ever,
Because you're a chapter with smiles and tears
She'll never read again,
Because she sees one ahead
Titled 'IT'S ME TIME!'
That sounds so much better.