My fondest
thing I keep
Is a jar of June
And your name on the lid
Brown paper bag
Warm peaches split
Your laugh on the porch
Like a match in the dusk
And I still reach
For that old scene
Hands full of sun
And a heart too green
My fondest my fondest
You stay in my hands
My fondest my fondest
Like salt in the sand
I call it back
It calls me home
My fondest my fondest
I never let go
Train ticket torn
From that first trip
Your chipped blue cup
And the way you said"sip"
Rain on the roof
Tin bucket beat
We danced in the hall
With the floorboard heat
Now every year
Gets a little loud
But that small bright day
Still pulls me out
My fondest my fondest
You stay in my hands
My fondest my fondest
Like salt in the sand
I call it back
It calls me home
My fondest my fondest
I never let go
If time takes names
I keep the flame
In that little jar
Nothing feels the same
My fondest my fondest
You stay in my hands
My fondest my fondest
Like salt in the sand
I call it back
It calls me home
My fondest my fondest
I never let go
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