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It was nights like these, my father would tell me to remember. The perfect chilly summer nights, The cloudless skies filled with shimmering lights, And the full moon we fantasized about, as we imagined our departed loved ones, once again.

It was those nights when he told me to remember. He said I would look back on those days in thirty years or so. “These are the days to remember.” he would sing to me through his favorite song.

Whenever we went on trips he told me to “take a mental picture”.

Though I didn’t have a camera, that picture is forever placed in my head.

It’s nights like these where I think to myself “But will I forget?’

It’s nights like these I grasp so tightly onto in hopes of not forgetting a single second of it.

Will I remember tonight as the moon hit so perfectly against the leaves as if it were a dream?

Will I remember the thoughts that flooded my mind?

Will I look back in thirty years and remember the day my favorite childhood show ended and how I cried in my car?

Will I look back and feel the same pain and loss I feel realizing everything from my childhood is coming to a close?

Will I remember the sorrow I feel today?

Are these even the days I should remember?

Alex