Remember Me? Dear Friend, Where could you be? Remember me?
Will we ever again race through Thomas Road while trying to follow a blue airplane on a sunday afternoon when Crazy Willy's Barber Shop around the corner offers a $2 discount between 10am-1pm?
Will it ever be again that we will accidently smash a baseball through Mr. McCaine's bedroom window; and then convince him to return it in exchange of the promise (unkept) to mow his lawn for two months?
Will the both of us atleast climb up the treehouse behind your house again with binoculars to watch Mrs. Davis' daughters play girl-games with their friends?
Will we ever meet again to talk about the time when you cut your hand when i pushed you into Bobby's fence? (I'm sorry), or the time when your mother bought you a Superman Halloween Costume... and my mother didn't..., so I threw your costume over the bridge on Route 55? (You weren't supposed to know that, By the way, I'm sorry about that too)
Will you ever get to know that all I want is to shake your hand and tell you that I appreciate your being a good friend to me?
What stayed with you?
A line that lingered, a feeling, a disagreement. Great comments are as valuable as the original piece.