Remember yesterday,
with that voice and blond hair.
You said one night you’ll stay,
with him, one silly dare.
Remember my own song,
as I make my choices.
A memory, I long-
my bed of roses.
Remember our sweet friend,
her love with boyz to men.
That music will not end,
even in our heaven.
Remembering my peers,
their stories and courage.
Songs eventually cease,
yet, these won't ever fade.
(c) Phoenix Montoya @ March 1, 2011
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