What Happened?
What happened to that pink toy house?
The one that you could sit on the roof?
And it would wobble like a Weeble
but never fell in?
What happened to those hot August afternoons?
Where we would sit out on the driveway
waiting for the ice cream man
to come by?
What happened to coming home
and going straight to the park?
Because you had no homework?
What happened?
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